Late

When it gets late enough

the bars spit out the lingerers

too blitzed to count their fingerers

swaying on corners dodging cars

watching the street lights spin into the stars

experiencing a profound moment of existentialism

that’s just as swiftly forgotten

Apparently I totally gapped on last week’s poll, so here it is!

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