John Moffatt · Jun 22, 2012
Sometimes, it is best to drink and not fuck.

Drugs and diseases.
Flesh and bones.
Whiskeys and waters.

Hi she said with such a cute fucking smile.

Hey I said. What's going on?
she gave me the up and down look
and I knew right away
she wanted me to fuck her.

You workin' tonight?

Yeah, I'm workin tonight

Such a cute smile
and an ass that I
could bounce a quarter off

Ah fuck man. I took a long drag off my smoke
and turned to walk away

But only because I'm trying to get to Kansas City for...

I didn't really
give a fuck what the
rest of the story was.


yeah yeah


Such a cute little thing.

I walked back into the bar
and took my place
among the dead.

 
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