We stayed up late
and talked about men
and their sexual propensities
their love of oral sex and golden showers
their lust for hatred, violence and tragedy
some couldn’t stand it
some got up and left
some were frowned upon
some were hated
but then there was this hopeful boy
sitting in a corner
sipping his whiskey
slipping himself a vicodin
preparing to dream about
buxom women with naughty mouths
the vivid fantasies of twenty somethings
confined to women and money
obsessed with large cars
dying for a cause, and living for love
little men
their beautiful nightmares.
Your work is amazing. Keep writing!
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Thanks Tomic 🙂
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