there were girls and shitty music
the singer
stoned out of his mind
slobbered on the mic
causing an annoying high pitched squawk
people laugh openly
and plug their ears
he squawked on
oblivious

cute chicks
with chic clothes and
chic boyfriends who were
too ugly for them
sat or stood silently
(mostly)
bobbing back and forth
as another band came on,
more people danced.
I took a tactical position
at the bar and ordered coke
to which I added vodka
the fat bartender bent over a
couple of times
she was wearing a thong
bigger than my torso and
laughed loudly.
A girl named Alicia
sat next to me with what might have been her boyfriend
but the look in her eyes
suggested it wasn't.
I gave her cigarettes
and joked a little
eventually I left and
I stopped in the alley to piss on
a dumpster that had
KG + HV scratched into it
and I listened to the thumping and humming
of a fan
desperately trying to excrete
smoke faster than smokers
created it
it beat a rhythm
that topped
both bands and I listened
for a while and swayed
back and forth like
the hippies inside
with my dick out

Jon Edward Walker

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chic-chicks/