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Drink It Up, Baby

Poetry By: walkingonfate
Poetry



I had an idea to write it, so I did (:


Submitted:Dec 20, 2009    Reads: 95    Comments: 7    Likes: 3   



In the back of car the girls are screaming

The unmarked cab, is tearing down the night

The orange gungy lamplights are leaning

In the shadows of the darkening light


In the back of the bar the girls dance

The drinkers are drinking themselves drunk

The shots are shot, she takes the chance

The liquor's hot, the happypills have sunk


The guy at the back, has had his eye on her

He likes what he sees, in the chatter and howl,

He fondles the idea, she's an evident ammetuer

Across the bar he begins his prowl


She leans across the counter, rosy cheeked

Her skirt is riding, which she tugs down in vain

"Hey baby," He whispers, of ale-y breath he reeks

She turns. "What did you say your name was again?"


Unsure of how to react, she smiles and squints

He notices how young she looks, he smirks

On her pointy tongue she rolls a mint

She winks and giggles, he likes her litte quirks


"No need to know." She places a finger on his lips

A small digdit encircled with a diamond ring

He wondered who she had seduced to get that tip

She sees his staring and beckons him in


"Bet you're rich too." She mumbles, all slurred

"Let me know, and I'll give you some, maybe"

He's hot already and his vision is blurred

He calls for another : "Drink it up, Baby."





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