Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
I see them perched upon their stools,
Inebriated, drunken fools
That love has chosen to deny
Now left without the will to try
They populate the seedy bars,
These sympathetic Lochinvars
Toss peanut shells upon the rug,
Seek solace in a frosty mug.
The night rolls on. Their lonliness
Bears down unbearably with stress.
All women seem like movie stars
To losers smitten in the bars.
Approaching any gal they see
They try to garner sympathy
And, possibly, the lady will
Erase the feel of lonely's chill
And let them play the Galahad,
Although they do it very bad
And make exceptions for their sake
And some small pity on them take.
No takers, though, grant their request
Nor even show small interest
So they sit, victims of love's wars
Alone and smitten in the bars.