Solo

A few sips of some bubbly

And I’m dancing on my toes

champagne glasses chinking

A toast I must suppose

‘Cheers! Be Merry!’—as those salutations go

To all my friends, I love you!

Through my giggles they must know

A plastic cup marked solo

Winked at me below

As my eyes searched throughout the party

For a friend here who I know

And I found but one

She was the one

In the dress red like maraschino.

Normally I hate warm beer

But for her I let that go

I sit at home

I’m all alone

Until I call my friends

we hab such fUn

all togethher at lest

Martin really luvs a drik

As dus Toni too

I never fail too indulge dem

And givme a small taste to

my friends

they’re my company up in that room

the cupboard is packed

i open the doors so the gloom

doesn’t get to those poor tenants too soon

you know i suppose drinks must get lonely too.

But after a while

All my friends left

Their bottles were emptied

And all I still had

Were headaches, no memories

Of the times that we spent

Together on my birthday,

Christmas, New Years Eve—

And for them to just get up and leave

Didn’t leave me quite merry

I felt deceived indeed.