Drunk sex is the only sex for jaded losers

[GodModule]

I don't quite fit into
the scene today.
(would I have ever?)
I'd rather be at home.
A placid sigh,
this is the life. Content.

And when I'm dragged to the club
by some well-meaning friends,
I sit and I brood
as the mini-skirt girls all hang onto guys
who know how to have a good time.

So I lean on the bar
and I order a beer
as I ruminate:
this night will never end.

[saw]

I like this, having spent many nights from time to time throughout the years looking for something in a bar room that can't be found, very
often wondering what am I doing here, lonelier it that setting than I would be at home alone. I too have been dragged at times, so as not to seem anti-social into this plastic world of phony exchanges that
only work if you are hammered. Don't get me wrong, I think the neighborhood tavern has in the past and still does serve a purpose
in uniting the community on some level....your poem, however is not
describing that scenario.....I like the honesty in this one.......

[Axanderdeath]

nice title

[mnaz]

seems you're not passing judgment.
seems you aren't playing God (module)?
seems not necessarily it seems,
suspicious, like me,
it seems.