Ode to the Drunk Guys Outside the Window
Your incoherent yells and hey-ohs
Provide nightly shows of entertainment
For the girls on the third floor.
Collectively, you are the drunk guys outside the window,
And collectively, your band of characters
Playing ninja in a circle and noisily loitering
Outside the steps at midnight last night
Led to me immortalizing you in a poem, unbeknownst to you.
Your shouts are loud, but their meanings lost
Among the slurred words and exclamations
Of “Thirsty Thursday” even if it’s Wednesday.
We don’t know why you congregate here in your brotherhood.
We can’t understand your language.
But we yell out at you anyways,
As you look around in confusion, wondering
Where that voice came from.
Maybe one day you’ll yell out in your intoxicated state and some girl
Will answer, and true love will bloom.
But please know, we have no idea what your actually saying.
We just live here.
But enjoy the nightly antics, of you,
The drunk guys outside the window.