I watch her.
She sits at the bar,
her feet swing aimlessly
The neck of the bottle tilts
Imbibing shamelessly
Her drunken tongue gains a lilt
As she speaks
her words
fall
out of her mouth
And the bartender gives her another
while she digs the money
From her alcoholic jeans.

- AlexZander

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