Lining up behind the frat boys--
we didn't need our IDs.
Summer girls in summer dresses and long blonde hair.
My friend, the boy, sits at the bar--
he looks so damn miserable.
Drowning his cares with a bottle of liquid "peace".
The girls prune and strut like peacocks--
all dressed up and all alone.
Silver, gold, magenta, they drink their wine...sparkle...sigh.
Bartenders grin, serve, and bear it--
the watering hole is full.
Why do these fools smile when the night is so tragic?