Happy Hour

It’s happy hour
In Santorini.
Going to get drunk
Off of cheap martinis.

Week’s been a bore
And I need an escape.
Glass is half-empty,
Think I’ll seal my fate.

Feeling tipsy now,
Feeling grand.
Stole the bartender’s tips
For this drink in my hand.

It was worth it I guess.
Have an aversion
For the mess
I’ve been running away from.

‘Cus this life I’m living
Is only as good
As the gin they’re serving
In Santorini.

But I think I’ll fly home now.
Reality just called
And my night’s gone sour;
I guess that’s the end of my happy hour.



About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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