By Bryan Wegman.

Is your time really so fucking precious
Staring at you watch
Your eyes peer to the door
Through the suds in my glass
Your leg taps impatiently
Walk out
Don’t let the door hit you
Fake company just makes me feel lonelier
You are helping yourself to my tab
Stealing my time
I’m sure there is something special waiting for you at home
I will try to impress you no longer
Flatter me
What makes you so fucking special to judge me
With your dirty brown eyes
Mine are blue
Another thing that’s better about me than you
Buy me a drink
I’ve done more than you will do in your lifetime
I know I’m good enough for you
Prove your good enough for me

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