Perched on the barstool;
I listen
It’s always the same,
slurred tales of misfortune
buying sympathy or another
drink,
Business deals with jokes uttered
In stage whispers – to,
Impress themselves, ugh!
Arguments galore when
perceptions become principles
and friends are made or unmade
Suddenly
somebody sings a
sad song – beautifully
I gulp mine and order for
another peg. =Vinay Kumar-
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