Two bar stools <br />sit at my bar <br />in my apartment <br />where the utilities aren’t in <br />my name <br />four of my beers <br />were left out last night <br />and are warm, <br />they sit on my counter <br />next to the electrical tape <br />and orange juice <br />both of which <br />I bought <br /> <br />the girl I brought home <br />lays in my bed because <br />I brought her here in <br />my car <br />she’s lying naked <br />with my scent on her loins. <br />when she rises later <br />she will wear my jammies <br />and go outside to smoke <br />my cigarette’s <br />but first I will make her <br />breakfast <br />eggs, potatoes and beef <br />all bought by <br />Uncle Sam<br /><br />Jon Edward Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-bar-stools/
