At the bar

Sitting down at the bar
These days
With strangers
Some honky-tonking
Mask defying
Or cowgirls
Unless you’re dying for a drink
Dying for company
And just plain stupid
Is a bit like inviting Death to alter his plan
And change his timing
Moving you up to the top of his list
Rewarding you for your reckless abandon
And your impressive bravado
With the ultimate nightcap




© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved.

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