“The
night is young
The
old drunks never know
They
drink the bottles
Of
naked glow and bitter life
They
share their lot
With
friends and fellow drinkers
Clicking
bottles talking loudly
The
eyes of watery flow
The
forgetfulness of sanity
The
night is young
The
bar full of drunkards fall
The
tipsy world in their minds
They
only see the floating lights
They
click their bottles
They
laugh with no reason at all
The
women stare
They
nod their heads and smile
The
guys make no attention
The
bottles of fire in their minds
The
women cheer them on
The
night is young
The
fools of the night
The
men can't recognize
The
night is young
They
get drunk and tossed outside
On
the heated ground they fall
The
drunkards can't understand why
The
night is young
They
wonder why they are outside
They
talk nonsense
Slurring
speeches hitting bottles
The
night wind sneezing along
The
cool night they sit alone”
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