why drinking is overrated

the cars driving through to the downtown
bar scene, not able to comprehend my ability
to sit at home and drink a cup of cold hot
cocoa, to beckon my presence into their
backseats or shimmy their boring bodies
against some stranger in the dim lights
of the local whore spot, the alcohol
establishments where the only singles
seem to be the bills falling out of pockets
and onto damp, sticky barstools, floors,
the silver in moonlight concrete of outside
sidewalks, and fuck it all, they don't care,
because money is just money and fun
is losing virginity to a sleazy college guy
wearing a hollister t-shirt and drinking
budweiser or jaeger bombs, his morning
crow to his buddies waking everyone up,
but only literally. figuratively, they're
too stupid to know the difference.