Introduction
This has to be the longest time between drafts, the original is from Mar 26, 2010
Main Content
By the time the bar closes
I will be four hours older
and four hours drunker.
I will be four hours more disillusioned
and four hours more lonely
By the time I stumble along the aimless streets
nicely buzzed and nicely angrily alone
heading for a cluttered home
I will be four hours more destitute and angry
Hope to pass out before there’s time
to think and remember and ruminate
on this shaggy sorry state
By the time the bar closes
I will be four hours closer