Fluffy Drinks
I sit at the bar silently,
but listen closely to many conversations around me.
I hear the pilot in for the weekend story,
the astronaut-in-training story,
the millionaire story,
the I'm really not married story.
I drink down my beer and chuckle at the stories
being thrown around like a pair of dirty socks.
If only some of the stories would/could be true,
I would gladly buy them all a shot and a beer.
Unfortunately, my money still sits in my pocket.
I raise my glass to fluff in bars everywhere!
For "Fluff" contest sponsored by Carol Brown.
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