Leave Me Where I Am

Alright
Go ahead
Demand I leave this room
Tell me to sweep away the mess at my feet
In favour of dancing shoes
Tell me that rubbing up against unknowns
Is preferable to my own superb company
Which doesn’t need validation from absurd narcissists
Like those wearing glowing clothes
And belt shaped skirts
And too much perfume
Who desire the men with more hair product
Tighter ball-pinching jeans
More pretend on-loan money
And less body hair
Than the women who want them

Give me my cheese on a fork
Black Books reruns
Red wine bottle
And the ease of no queues
No lines
No fanfare
No meat market subterfuge
No forensic detail required
For one visit to the restroom

And go the hell away

5 thoughts on “Leave Me Where I Am

    1. Philisapher Post author

      There’s always a guaranteed laugh-out-loud moment in each and every episode isn’t there, and so terribly addictive! Good to hear there’s a fellow BB chain-watcher out there 🙂

      Reply
  1. Geo Sans

    at bar age

    we’d always be the intoxicated

    messy dance floor rats

    ~

    saying to hell with it

    ~

    fun group of friends

    that still dance

    in front of TVs

    during credits

    Reply

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