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Never Again Part 1

Part 1 Once upon a drunk bachelors night, This guy decided to go down to his local drinking site, Sitting in a sparsely filled dive of a pub, Couples slurring, singles fingering at crap grub, The smell of cheap beer and toilet waste emanating, Half cleaned spew, alcohol stained carpets on floors bent, Well-worn paths to toilets to empty body’s excrement, Cigarette and cheap cigar smoke bellowing from drunk faces, Filling the stained ceiling with ghostly looking traces, Prostitutes revealing there abused tattooed torsos, Men pretending not to mentally indulge in their shows, In this scourge of erotic beings affecting their bulge, Lining up to be next forcing off their wedding rings to hide, Not that these night walkers would bother whether they lied, Eagerly walking out after many a note spent on drinks, Dragging their picks for the evening of chicks in false minks, Stumbling off to revel in their spoils of the evening, And off in their cars, to scary dark corners or lanes, Hopeful not to go home to wives with trouser stains, He giggles to himself as he imagines the explanations, To their wives, why so late, with their lying creations, On the stage he stares at a drunken dude karaoke rapping, From behind he hears the sound of one hand clapping, He continues to slowly sip on his 6th ice filled whiskey, He has been there the whole evening now, driving will be risky, Been very entertaining, better than television home alone, Besides, what is better than watching drunkards dancing? On a sticky make shift wood floor, each other fondling, Dudes stumbling across the surface for the day’s special of gin, So drunk they could win a break-dancing competition, Nobody gives a crap of where, what happens next, is clear, He browses the room for a possible semi sober listening ear, There is a single woman with the same glazed stare in the corner. End part 1

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