Wretched Boys & Barflys
By Abilene
Last night as I stood outside, cold yet heavily clothed, Waiting for the cash to dispense from the Money Machine, I heard someone yell from a moving car, 'Slut!'. And before I could look, the accusers were easily gone, Driven out of my view, their nasty shouts in the air ceased. I thought to myself and sighed, knowing how my love doesn't easily give itself out, and how the poor souls in Smalltown are wretched and shriveled in spirit- poor, bitter and sad. I smiled to myself although my brow was wrinkled with anger There was nothing I could say to disprove those boys, But also nothing in my head which gave me reason to. In a town full of wretched boys and barflys, what reason is there at all? Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 12:27 AM PST 0 • 10
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