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 Poetry inspired by The Beatles for The Beatles Musical Extravaganza. |
| The routine remains unchanged. Workin' all the live long day, then off to the same bars with the crew, hoping we'll cross paths before last call. I know I probably should text you, but that was hours ago and maybe I'm not in the best of conditions at the moment. Besides, I don't want you to think I think you're only worthy of my time after dark. Another missed opportunity at something more substantial. Still, I can't get that first night off my mind. It plays in a movie behind my forehead as slowly burning, just like the liquor goes down and the tab goes up. Instead, I'll lazily flirt, halfheartedly, with nary a backup plan 'til I carry myself home. And I'll do it again tomorrow, and the next day, and the one after that. Work, rinse, repeat. Ya know, I'll feel alright, even if it's not you walking through my door. Or anyone else, for that matter. |
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