Party Girl

Buttered up by dusk. Shut down by dawn. Eazy shots in a barrel. There’s a fish on the wall.

Buttoned up my lust. Brushed off my lawn. Eazy slut in apparel. The utter mess of it all.

I sat in that gutter. Guttered. I muttered to myself, spluttered out the word. But no one would help.

Buttered up by dusk. Shut down by dawn. Easy shots in a barrel. I’m the fish on the wall.

Buttoned up in the morning. Dusted off from the lawn. The deed was done, I shuddered. The utter mess of it all.

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