Fuck bars and pubs, the place I adore to get sauced Is the dark womb of the cinema. “that’s lame” I hear you complain, but let me explain Why I love to drink at the cinema. Pub people-perusing is perfectly amusing But doesn’t even come close when you get a dose, A shot (or a whole pint) of emotive delight Seeing lovers finally unite, protagonists learning to fight, A villain’s comeuppance, their plan thwarted Or reality becoming distorted as I drink the ambrosia Of character-driven action-packed cinema If it’s conflict you adore, let me tell you more For there are many opportunities to clash. You can bemoan at kids on their phones or tell talkers to “shush”. You can justify when they ask “why?” Your righteous request for hush. Going into war against things you abhor, defeating an anathema Is just one of the options at the cinema The drinks are much cheaper, the conversation deeper In the depths of the cinema And try as I might, on any given Friday night I can’t help myself, I’m getting drunk at the cinema 19/05/[[2022]] #alchohol #love