last call

The scumbag in the corner plays footsie with a sick mind
Both wanting love when lust will do
Her dysfunctional inner clock chiming a death knell for her childbearing years

The barmaid pours false courage to a lonely man soon to die and be forgotten
Toss the bottle, wipe the bar
Did he ever exist outside of his own imagination?

Hello…
I hate you…
Please fuck me…
All acts in this alcoholic play

Last call
A last shred of hope
One more chance to unlock their door
And hear more than the echo of empty footsteps in the hall

Katrina