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Boozehound ettiquette

sometimes the little things
stun me, the little thing people never seem
the little ones that no one seems to get
like when that guy, the one out smoking
smoking ciggarettes in the back, blurred
between the glass door, the smoke
perhaps the alchohol, all doing it

when he throws the bottle back
there he goes, just like that
he's hurting for a girl
or maybe just plain muscle pumping stupid
though it seems, despite the shaved head,
unlikely hands are in a hoodie.

and I'm throwing back the bottle when,
whenever I can with you around, it's busy
makes it hard to get
that dumb shoulder to the wall
drunk with you two around
means that one of you's the one I want
guess who.

I can tell you're angry when
its shot and shot and shot and
shot and you're not singing you're drinking
not singing when george clinton's on
it's shot shot and shot and shot
and sublimes on and you're not dancing
guess why, drinking when you're angry
not something I like to do, but you
and always after nights like last night seem
to spend your nights mostly
falling down the stairs.