I spend most of my time alone, <br />Moping around listening to music, <br />Depressed and brooding, <br />It is a garment <br />I’ve grown rather comfortable in. <br />A friend will on occasion <br />Drag me out of the house, <br />Presumably for my own good. <br /> <br />On such an occasion, <br />A friend persuaded me <br />Into visiting an exotic club. <br />I had a beer or two <br />And closely watched <br />The lovely movements of the girls. <br />They were beautiful, <br />But I mostly felt sad, <br />I hoped they didn’t hate me <br />For looking at them all creepy-like. <br /> <br />I then went home <br />And had another beer <br />And looked at my old cat; <br />I was still rather sad but comfortable.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/exotic-club/
