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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Hour Glass
[time] => 2006-11-14 01:27:46
[hometext] => watching time maybe in the wrong glass?
[bodytext] => As he sat alone I wondered When will he stop And go home Back to back he continued Looking at the empties he went threw It was turn of the first hour And with every minute his consumption grew Wrinkled face, bitter grit of his teeth His barely opened eyes He matched his limit and continued to reach For a new high? Or low? His aim I just don’t know He threw another back And focused his eyes on me With a slurred voice he muttered "Your half the man I use to be" And I wanted to reply But I sat, said nothing In disgust we both rolled eyes Realizing to anger me was all he’s wanting reluctant, i passed over his tries I’ve been watching him for hours Its now quarter till two Bartender screams last call He ordered four drinks, but we’re the only two Left in the bar I wonder will he walk home Or worst case sleep in his car? He tossed back another And spoke in words so quick I’m amazed I understood As he damn near regurgitated , looking so sick Bar keep strolls past “Lets go” its one : fifty four He then chugged another, then another And only had 1 more He stared in his glass As the three ice cubes melt I’m thinking, oh what pity I can imagine how he felt Bartender walks up says “Your going to drink that right?” I reply “I’m waiting on him” He laughs “take him with you, you been talking to the mirror all night!” [comments] => 3 [counter] => 274 [topic] => 63 [informant] => evolon [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => hbadday )
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