Is all I think.
He looks at the earring.
"Fag," he mumbles.
I don't mind.
He's fat.
No one likes him.
Life's too short.
I pass a table of black girls
With short hair.
They look like men.
They all look the same.
I can hear the strobe now,
It's loud.
And the music's too bright.
I look for my friends,
But I can't remember if I came alone
Or not.
Doesn't matter though.
There's hundreds of people
Who have waited all their lives,
No doubt,
To be my friend.
And as I near the bar
I see two persons
Eating each other's faces.
I bark to the bartender.
He gives me a placebo.
I'm "so young," he tells me,
"To be here."
I nod and swallow the bland drink.
Then I stumble several times
Near a crowd,
And they think I'm a good dancer.
I hear a girl tell another girl
That some girl she knows
Watched a
Girl
Puke in the toilet.
I smile in their general direction.
The good-looking one comes over
And bites my cheek.
It hurts,
And I start to
Hit her.
But she's grinning,
And I can see my blood on her teeth.
And I pull her to me.
"My place or yours?"
"The gutter will be fine," she confesses.
As we walk out,
She takes another bite from my cheek,
And I smile at the fat man
By the door.
Transcrita por Sorrento
Take my money, " Is all I think. He looks at the earring. "Fag," he mumbles. I don't mind. He's fat. No one likes him. Life's too short. I pass a table of black girls With short hair. They look like men. They all look the same. I can hear the strobe now, It's loud. And the music's too bright. I look for my friends, But I can't remember if I came alone Or not. Doesn't matter though. There's hundreds of people Who have waited all their lives, No doubt, To be my friend. And as I near the bar I see two persons Eating each other's faces. I bark to the bartender. He gives me a placebo. I'm "so young," he tells me, "To be here." I nod and swallow the bland drink. Then I stumble several times Near a crowd, And they think I'm a good dancer. I hear a girl tell another girl That some girl she knows Watched a Girl Puke in the toilet. I smile in their general direction. The good-looking one comes over And bites my cheek. It hurts, And I start to Hit her. But she's grinning, And I can see my blood on her teeth. And I pull her to me. "My place or yours?" "The gutter will be fine," she confesses. As we walk out, She takes another bite from my cheek, And I smile at the fat man By the door. Transcrita por Sorrento Explain Request ×
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