on a
Friday night
at Joe's down along the popular
boulevard.
i'm sitting with
my drink,
alone, eating pretzels
when i ask the bartender
for a little more
ice in my drink,
it's getting warm,
the other ice has melted.
but he doesn't hear me
because of the music
crowd noise.
so after a few tries
with still no reply i yell
out, yo, bartender,
can i have more ice please,
he cups his ear,
and says, what?
more ice,
i yell out, i want more
ice.
i want ICE!
suddenly i'm surrounded
by a large group of
protestors who just came in,
soy boys and large women
bursting out of their
yoga pants,
hitting me over the head
with their umbrellas
and broken signs.
so you want more ICE,
do you, they scream
knocking me off
my seat.
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