First she puts on a skirt

And pencils on make up.

Then take her out to a night club

not the alley or curb to be picked up by another

She twirls and twists

as lights bounce off her all night

and we thump and grind on the dance floor.


We soon stink of sweat
Her breath of tequila margaritas
shaken not stirred and
soon it's time to go home

She gets hungry for drive through food

of a taco or two and when the conversation

turns we turn in to the drive way and

We’re home.

First thing she does then is walks in the restroom,

That’s my girl, still looking ****

even while taking a dumpster.