Stamp Collector

Run you ragged and leave you on the floor

coming down from a gnarly cocktail of drugs and debauchery.

The onlookers grin because they have undoubtedly been there before,

possibly even yesterday,

and there’s no distinction

between the week or weekend,

between opening and closing.

Actually,

there’s no distinction for closing times because

bars and clubs

never.fucking.close.

which is a common mistake

the amateurs make.

Starting strong in the beginning and

assuming that the venues and owners have

your best interest in mind

which is foolish

because they already have your money.

As if they would flick their lights and corral you

out into the morning light,

like good little paying penguins, but

they.don’t.care.

because for every stupid penguin that falls off the cliff,

there is always another eagerly waiting to

take the plunge.

So,

stand in line little penguin.

Pay, plunge, and

earn your stamp.