
Oh the soulless co-opting of everything sacred by Hollywood in order to spin profits.
It lacks seasons, so people spray-paint their Christmas garish glittery white,
No one here has family the holidays present two options,
One: Leave
Two: Go to a bar.
However tonight this Dive on the east side is far less shallow,
There’s something sincere in their fake trees and broken strands of lights that all the lonely leftover want-to-be’s and has-been’s seem to be swarming to.
The bartender embodies the moment and pours everyone a free shot.
(I suddenly don’t mind the Eagles playing on the jukebox)