Exotic Club

I spend most of my time alone, Moping around listening to music, Depressed and brooding, It is a garment I’ve grown rather comfortable in. A friend will on occasion Drag me out of the house, Presumably for my own good. On such an occasion, A friend persuaded me Into visiting an exotic club. I had a beer or two And closely watched The lovely movements of the girls. They were beautiful, But I mostly felt sad, I hoped they didn’t hate me For looking at them all creepy-like. I then went home And had another beer And looked at my old cat; I was still rather sad but comfortable.