When you are a poetic bard
Having a social life is hard
Because you may be out at night
But need to do a daily write.
Hypothetical as this may sound
This is where I, this night, am found.
When you read other brief poems by me
Know that I’m healthy socially.
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Socializing’s when you find
People you dislike the least
And gather anxiously
To waste money on a feast
While imbibing neurotoxins
To make the evening fun
Then compete to talk the most
Until you all agree “we’re done.”
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Why does the slain dragon
No longer roar?
Why must we hear nothing
From the trophy boar?
Why does Mr. Presley
Play music no more?
Why must other dead things
Be such a snore?
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The Daily Travesty 
Passing The Bar?
The taps are flowing,
The music blares!
The mistakes pile up
But nobody cares.
New stories are heard
And new memories leave.
Every girl at the bar
Hears “sup girl? I’m Steve.”
Inhibitions
Are out the door.
There’s one good answer
When they ask “one more?”
Bodies shimmy
And booties shake!
Isn’t it joyful
At rationality’s wake?
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