Lonely
Singles they’re called and sometimes yuppies
Spent youth fighting wars or just being hippies
Former foes fighting a common enemy called lonely
With booze and white powder their weapons only
They gather together to drink or snort coke
The potions exclusive for those that can’t cope
With this affliction called lonely so well they all know
Some want this night to be different, some maintain status quo
So unspoken messages they try to convey
Hoping the “right one” will see it one day
And sweep them away from this place
Cure them of heartache, but alas, not in this case
So they try again next weekend or after work
As the years pass them by end on end jerk after jerk
Some find happiness or at least hope
Most resignation, they just learn to cope
Dan Fulton
