Rave
“Queer,” I think, On dog walk In this lonely field, “Why are all these Binkies here?” The morning paper Makes the answer clear; A Rave, Ecstasy. All night music plays While druggie girlz With grinding teeth Suck baby Binkies. They sway and dance With boyz in baggy pants Who later, in this dark and lonely field, Have them spit their Binkys For something dinky. Written November 29th, 2001 © on Nov 29 2001 12:56 AM PST, same as above 0 • 16
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