I Need A New Bottle!

last night, he is not being himself.
being someone else that want to be accepted.
guess what?
the more he tried, the more he git rejection
he makes fool of himself and
I feel sorry for his pathetic-ness.

He don't see it coming, He don't.
I say, 'it rather your stupidity to not to see it
blindfolded yourself,
'I closed my eyes, then I don't see lo' '

He;
danced
sings
drink
just like what 'required'

but I guess he never gonna being noticed like the rest.
except; one-the fun and just broke up fat boy
two-rival?
grabbed the girls hands, kiss goodbye to the rest,
still, not being noticed we're leaving.
on the way back,
he started to winding around with the questions that made the girls and the taxi mate annoyed;
is it bcuz of my pimples?
or my hair? should i git it cut?
is it my not-Louboutin-shoes?
am i that ugly?
while the tears of self sympathy covering his eyes
and the cigarette smells all over his hairs, and hers
and that fat boy smells

'emoshunal?' I asked. He said 'Nah...'

I told him, 'Git a new bottle, bitch!!!'
It came with the SAME
shape,
taste,
brand, and
%tage of alcohol.

and, it might be better.