why I don't go out anymore

I sat on the barstool

watching the flies pile on shit

wondering what appeal there is

to pretense

the penny whore in a push-up bra

worked the bartender for a free drink

I sat in the choke hold of the smoke canopy

as techno music(?)pulsed

and sweaty snakes in shiny polyester

wrapped around thighs

looking for a hole

insecurity wore name brand jeans

and press on nails

and arrogance hid his insecurity

in a shot glass of cheap whiskey

and makeshift poets

tried to finesse an invitation home

and I remembered why

I don't go out anymore