Poem | listen to her

Booked the hotel then went to a bar

Some girl, done up well, high heels

make up, straight spine, perfect

breasts, perfect legs. We were

outside, it was late, I was tied

She must have been cold

so I ordered more drinks

because I was

thirsty.

She was keen,

overly so, and

I was drunk.

Walking back to the hotel

She was talking.

I wasn’t listening.

Got back to the room and she was calm

She’s done this before I thought

Romance is dead, I thought.

“You got the money, sweet?”

I assumed she was joking, went

in to kiss her, grab her ass,

She pulls away, smiles, tells me

she needs to see some money.

I back away, her jokes were

boner killing, and

she tells me that I had

agreed to her price

on the way, and

she only had to make a call

and a guy would come and

he’d get the money.

Told her I didn’t

have any cash,

I’d gotten it

all wrong,

and that

I was

very

sorry

for her life…

“You fucking asshole…”

She says, spits in my face

while leaving with those

perfected legs and

perfect breasts, and

I lay on the bed, exhausted

as if we’d gone for hours

Truly, romance is dead,

I thought…

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