After a long 9 hours in the driver’s seat,
I come home to find nothing to eat.
So the guys and I get in my car,
To get some food out at the bar,
We get there and everything seams good and fine,
Seemingly normal as we sit down to dine.
Then I get the feeling that something is wrong,
Something is not the same as it’s been all along.
I look at our waitresses, greeters, bartenders again,
Then I realize the truth, that day and only then.
Not an attractive one among them, no shock, I must say,
For these are the ones without plans on Valentine’s Day.
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