Friday, January 1, 2010

nightmare poetry

Young urban sirens glide with intent down the main drag,
Their young male peers are indifferent to the parade.
A married man flicks a shot like glance,
Savouring the exquisite sliver of untouchable fillies
Before engaging once again with his missus at the pool table.

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