On an evening like tonight...

My head feels a little delirious with boredom…
The answers to all your questions muddled,and
An ugly shade of grey.
My mouth rattles off the clichés
And it seems to work.

Leaves me...
Feeling like the jerk I am.
Forlorn and godless.
As if sprawled on the kerb,
Waiting patiently… for my turn
To smash my bones again.