She
sits in the bar
A
bottle of beer in her hand
She
holds it to drown her sorrow
When
she is dumped by her man
The
love game with the living
There
is always the drive and sorrow
It
never go away so she drinks
Hope
to get it numb her mind
The
barman looks at her
A
few bottles she drinks down
“Are
you alright Miss?
Find
another man or lover”
“What
are you talking?
I
am dumped by a man
There
is no end for women
They
always get the worst of it”
“There
is always a first time
Sometimes
you get hitched
Sometimes
you get thrown away
It
is how you pick your man”
“Nay..this
bottle gets me going
Forget
about man or lover
Tonight
I want to stay alone
With
my beers forget about man”
“I
think you have enough
Time
to stay sober for the night”
The
woman smiles at him
“Right..I
better sit over there”
She
walks unsteady to the corner sofa
Holding
her beer to finish it while she can
The
barman watches her......
“Poor
woman always get the wrong stick”
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