Three Blokes In A Bar

When there's nothing to go home for
you might as well stay there.
You have another. And then another.
And then one more. For the road.

You get drunk. But feel sober.

You find another. And then another
like-minded chap to chat to.
It passes the time.
Half empty glasses stand in line.

(And, yes, the third pint's mine).


A Heart Needs A Home