Beer Talk

Sometimes,
a guy just wants a peroxide blonds
with painted ruby red lips.
Something fake and pretty
sexy would help also.

He said this leaning on the counter
with his elbows
while ogling the barmaid.

I looked into my foaming beer
recalling all the authentic, lovely,
unpainted women I had known
and said:

Yea.

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