and during that time, you had done very well.
your DJ was alright and your drinks were always stiff.
but on this night, things have changed.
and i fear they have changed for the worst.
now, where i once saw beautiful altbabies,
i am greeted by an infinite sea of bro'dom.
gone is the chance of hearing a talkingheads/mgmt/chromeo trilogy.
now, all i hear is the sound of tribal drums and mid-level rap.
what happened cool local bar?
how can this possibly be?
you lied to me, you told me it would always be this way.
you told me that you were all i'd ever really need...
a real meaningful place where i could forge authentic relationships
and maybe catch a handski from a cute girl in a scarf.
instead i stand on the dance floor.
surrounded by my true bros and we drink to your demise.
it has been a great run cool local bar, but now it seems it is over.
the monsters from outer space have made you their new mating ground.
i guess we'll just have to follow the DJ to his next bar
and make fun off you in secret for no longer being authentic.
