Drink

you know that time
when you’re alone at a bar
happy to sit and have some peace
but after a while the pub becomes rowdier
people barge into you and
you get irritated by their harsh braying
and squawking and
laughing too loud
but a miracle happens after a few more drinks
and you find strangely that you love everybody
and you smile benevolently
with warm fuzzy eyes
and these people smile back at you
thinking that you are probably
psychopathologically deranged
and it would be best to play safe and
respond to your gesture and then back away
and you are like those smiling fools
in some secret sect
who walk around on air
looking at the sky with a
perpetual smug grin
superior and a bit mad
they are the dangerous ones

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