I felt alone at last then down in dumps
She sashayed over launched a sassy smile
I got a gentle vibe its female guile
I hadnt hustled off of other chumps
I rolled a gaze across adjacent rumps
I moved the variation to mental file
A beer and pretzels staved off budding bile
I nodded heaped hair hers her dress and pumps
I shouted her a double whiskey drink
Ice cubes included on a coaster set
The social intercourse a brilliant bet
To toast tomorrow glasses stopped at clink
Third person problems every bit inane
I heard out her tale analysed the pain
Chorus inane silly absurd
Proverbs 28 - The wicked run when no one is chasing them
