Asylum

The smokey place is the best asylum for the restless
An eye contact signals the intention to accept your
prodding for a temporary liberty
Amidst the booming voice of the DJ " it's a fuckin hot evening"
how come I am feeling cold?
You spotted a Viva Hot Babe on the corner
Shit! that bastard is about to caress her nipple
You measured your waistline.... 36 and growing
How can you have her when your body is about
to explode with tons of fats?
Half-finished with your San Mig light, you left
the crowded room and journeyed to cleanse
yourself with a hot cafe latte...
Accross the table is an interesting creature
reading John Maxwell. Will you converse?
Oh don't worry her standards may not focus
on your 36 waistline but on what you have
under your sleeves...
You nipped the latte, You looked at her...
Not violent, neither welcoming;
It's a good start though, and the latte is gone
"Hey how's John Maxwell?"