and cheering madly

sit in line
chase the tales
of other men
in books
you can stomach
if you find the time
sit in rows
to believe
in something
man-made
you can stomach
if you'll speak in tongues
embrace nonsense
anything other than real
watch tigers chase tails
going nowhere
again
watch
from beer-drenched rows
like waves
to do waves
beckoned by other men
over beers
under the influence
of something
you never wanted
or never knew how to catch
release
sweat out the whole world
in perspiration
the inspiration's gone
let it out
sweat out time
you'd otherwise spend thinking
what you should be thinking about
you know
the things
and people
who'll soon be leaving
the ones who still remain
the reasons
the whys
and the path
without direction
the road
unlaid
and so better
to sit in rows
beer-drenched
not thinking
on thinking
and cheering madly