Wasted Time

Sharp tattoos and singles bars
tangled sheets and faster cars
seekers smile, pretending to relate
tittering from their wasted state
they aren't really here
they live on Mars
asleep among these brilliant stars
getting nothing much done
waging a war that can't be won
watching life disillusioned
and letting time pass just for fun
the army of so many
now comes down to one.

We're now all alone beneath the moon
our tinkling margarita ice
will be melting soon
but for now it will suffice
when that last one turns to leave
I will stop and follow his advice.

By Jeanne Lahn

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