At my favorite bar,
the one I hate the least.
I don’t know the music,
drifting out to the streets.
I have to sit outside,
cause I can’t stand the crowd.
Don’t know what they’re saying,
the music’s too darn loud.
Over in the corner,
playing the hipster scene.
There’s two twenty somethings,
hitting on a prom queen.
Sipping their microbrew,
trying to impress her.
All the while their...
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