A broken poet

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Soaked in the Pouring Rain

Didn't feel like staying until 5am
So I took the long walk home
In the pouring rain, see-through shirt
With all the prostitutes asking me for smokes
I give freely, cause its late, and I'm not looking for trouble
But if they ask me, if I want to be naughty
I laugh and I tell them, they cant afford me!

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