We sat pow-wow-style
exchanging our war stories,
admiring the smut-filled room
full of swirling nicotine-smoke.
We joked with each other,
wondered about
loose lips sinking ships
& figured it wasn't these types
that sunk such vessels,
these ones ruined lives.
Waifs & wisps floated
miraculously about
while cheap perfume &
broken English
wafted our senses.
Desperate dripping
honeycomb-eyes
searched for
potential customers,
rot gut whiskies flowed
& disappeared to ease
the sexual-tensions.
Everyone was there
to either ****
or to get drunk
'cause the
decor & atmosphere
literally ******
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC
We sat pow-wow-style
exchanging our war stories,
admiring the smut-filled room
full of swirling nicotine-smoke.
We joked with each other,
wondered about
loose lips sinking ships
& figured it wasn't these types
that sunk such vessels,
these ones ruined lives.
Waifs & wisps floated
miraculously about
while cheap perfume &
broken English
wafted our senses.
Desperate dripping
honeycomb-eyes
searched for
potential customers,
rot gut whiskies flowed
& disappeared to ease
the sexual-tensions.
Everyone was there
to either ****
or to get drunk
'cause the
decor & atmosphere
literally ******
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