the lobster gnocchi is on special tonight as are the sweaters and fur boots and hats
whiskey is on special too and so is the Danish eight percent beer
imported like the decor and the arrogance of these suburban swine
wiped and polished and taught to speak words in French and Italian
everything is on special tonight
except the patrons who still ogle the bartender
the televisions that still spouts scores and stats
the conversation still is boring
and everyone still tries too hard
I still roll my eyes
and the alcohol is still
the only reason I keep coming back
