Singles Bar
\In the singles bar, the music was blaring,
The flashing lights sweeping and glaring,
Middle age men, whose pants were flaring,
Business suits, with manners overbearing,
Bespectacled man in the corner just staring,
The fat man on the couch who is despairing,
Talk all about what women are not wearing,
The lady’s low cut dress, her chest declaring,
The tall temptress, the men she’s ensnaring,
When the drink gets hold, they all start pairing,
When they wake up whose bed are they sharing?
Copyright © Anthony Mathias | Year Posted 2006
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