A contemptible man has appeared in the alcove. His first
Name is Bertram, he says. You don't care. It's too evident
He's only here for a shot at your privates. You turn and move
Mutely away. The music is crappy, the drinks are too weak.
Your hopes for the evening diminish each second. You head
For the hat check to retrieve your coat. Looking over your
Shoulder, you see Bertram pawing a girl who's probably not
Yet sixteen. Should you save her? Why bother? She shouldn't
Have come. Coat on, a cab called, you wait on the sidewalk,
Pleased to be done with the cocktails and music,
And all of the Bertrams you've seen.