The people from
the other side
of the glass
don't drink
in the clubs
with the white-tooth
crowd laughing.
The people
from the other
side of the glass
gather at places
filled with the
frowning uglies:
the sad and angry,
the given up.
The people from the
other side,
the other side ,
the other side of the glass
dont dance
and kiss each others
cheeks upon meeting,
they just check
their reflections in
liqour store doors
to make sure they
are still there.
