I spend most of my time alone,
Moping around listening to music,
Depressed and brooding,
It is a garment
I’ve grown rather comfortable in.
A friend will on occasion
Drag me out of the house,
Presumably for my own good.
On such an occasion,
A friend persuaded me
Into visiting an exotic club.
I had a beer or two
And closely watched
The lovely movements of the girls.
They were beautiful,
But I mostly felt sad,
I hoped they didn’t hate me
For looking at them all creepy-like.
I then went home
And had another beer
And looked at my old cat;
I was still rather sad but comfortable.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/exotic-club/
