At the Rail

At the Rail,

 

At the best spot in the bar

Everyone crowds ‘round me

 

I’ve come so far

Can’t they just let me be?

 

Much work all week

Fleeting warmth with the breeze

 

Free will amidst free drinks

Many fucks not given

Then

We begin

To think…

 

Like-

Fuck me

Fuck you

Another drink

Or new shoes

 

We must make choices too

For the future tried and true

 

I’ve got loans bemoaned only später

Thoughts crowd um der Platz im meine Haar.

 

I don’t know

I’m right there

I ask though

But I don’t care

 

This is life at the rail

 

Happy-got drinks, no fail

More next week, in attempt to prevail.

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