And there, you were

Breathing down the neck

Of some uncomfortable stranger

With long brown hair,

A smirk by his side,

And too many friends.

The very secret to eternal

Youth, you kept it inside

Your teeth and your tongue

And spit it out freely like the sun,

But they don’t listen,

Some, not none.

So you’ll keep spilling

Your drinks and the Truth.

One will scare the group more

Than your splashing vermouth.