Last Class

[popsadie]

Driven by three dollar burgers
philosophy, alcohol and a love of our own voices
We were strange fruit in a dingy bowl

Our pontifications on Nietzsche and Augustine
mixed with soft rumba tones
blasting through the loud speaker

I sipped my martini
Let my tongue roll the cherry
clockwise/ counterclockwise

A blue-eyed bartender shot me a smile
Four months and ten thousand words later
I finally understood Freud.

 

[JanuaryStar]

Nice one, really sums up those feelings very well

 

[Bonochick]

I love this.