there were girls and shitty music <br />the singer <br />stoned out of his mind <br />slobbered on the mic <br />causing an annoying high pitched squawk <br />people laugh openly <br />and plug their ears <br />he squawked on <br />oblivious <br /> <br />cute chicks <br />with chic clothes and <br />chic boyfriends who were <br />too ugly for them <br />sat or stood silently <br />(mostly) <br />bobbing back and forth <br />as another band came on, <br />more people danced. <br />I took a tactical position <br />at the bar and ordered coke <br />to which I added vodka <br />the fat bartender bent over a <br />couple of times <br />she was wearing a thong <br />bigger than my torso and <br />laughed loudly. <br />A girl named Alicia <br />sat next to me with what might have been her boyfriend <br />but the look in her eyes <br />suggested it wasn't. <br />I gave her cigarettes <br />and joked a little <br />eventually I left and <br />I stopped in the alley to piss on <br />a dumpster that had <br />KG + HV scratched into it <br />and I listened to the thumping and humming <br />of a fan <br />desperately trying to excrete <br />smoke faster than smokers <br />created it <br />it beat a rhythm <br />that topped <br />both bands and I listened <br />for a while and swayed <br />back and forth like <br />the hippies inside <br />with my dick out<br /><br />Jon Edward Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chic-chicks/
