Life for a 22 year old man
takes on new meaning when he
bolts out of the housing projects
in the middle of the night
while pulling up his pants
and buckling his belt.
To this day, I'm still not sure
which part was more thrilling,
the hook up with a **** stranger
or the three bad *****
that screamed "Get him!"
as they chased me to the beater car
that I prayed would start.