One chick a chatter mouth,
across the bar,
a chick wears a tatted blouse.
Pool break, cues shake, beer takes a belly’s space.
Make or miss and take what’s hit.
peril in Sarah’s pocket,
No wonder she can’t call a pocket.
She aims a stick, but nothing sticks.
All because she refuses to chalk…it.
Neon signs, bathtubs processing bar wine.
No place to dine, ok a pizza, fine!
Jocks hoarding cue chalk, frats chat in a booth box.
Sorority boarding high socks, while singing to the jukebox.