Poetry Monday: No Romance for the Wicked

Working at a bar
Being the only sober
Person among
Drunken idiots
You see
A lot of
Loneliness
They drink
To be social
And to find
Someone
Anyone
To take home
They fill their
Loneliness
With sex, drugs, and booze
They’re all afraid
To be 
Alone

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

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