Good Evening,
Another late post… Oops!
I wrote this poem last night, at my local public house, while sitting alone people watching. I do so enjoy people watching.
Empty Wallets
The hops assault my senses,
the noise my ears!
These empty vessels with glazed eyes.
Chuckles... gurgle up from throaty grunts.
Women dressed in scraps,
bare too much flesh.
A wanton desire, hidden behind fake lashes,
Dancing? No fluidity in these moves.
Touting for more than they deserve!
Beer goggles adorn these drunken fools,
Easily parted with hard earned cash.
Cash for kids or cash for kicks?
Wives home alone with TV trash,
Too dried out to please their men,
Too dejected and fried for lust.
And so the cycle continues...
These empty men, with empty eyes,
With empty wallets for empty wives!
By Helen Stallard
March 6, 2014
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