Story #11 Bench-warmer's

bar-flies brag about the wimps they fought, motorcycles and tattoos they've got, their favorite beer they've ever bought, while listeners just sit on a bench and rot, ladies line up to strut a runway swarm, buzzed from a pre-game back inside their dorm, struggling to keep poised they park their perfect form, on a barstool bench and keep it warm, bartenders spike every drink they make, just to snag an extra tip to take, miscounting change is a piece of cake, until the drunken stools begin to shake, may as well pull up a seat, start a tab, run up a receipt, waste some money on a jukebox beat, sit down, relax, and turn up the heat,