My babysitter used to the sell the leftover bad parts of her weed to her classmates at Lake Catholic
Paying for her stash by separating the junk
And selling it to spoiled rich girls who didn't know better
She was only part of this upper crust because of her Dad's insurance settlement
When a security guard high on drugs beat him
It is this irony that runs through my head, when she exclaimed, "I thought you were gay," when she found out I was married.
When I still was.