Number 9

Take my money is all I think
He looks at the earring
Fag, he mumbles
I don't mind, he's fat
No one likes him, life's too short

I pass a table of black girls with short hair
They look like, men, they all look the same

I can hear the strobe now
It's loud and the music's too bright

I look for my friends but I can't remember
If I came alone or, not
Doesn't matter though, there's hundreds of people
Who have waited all their lives, no doubt, to be my friend

And as I near the bar, I see two persons
Eating each other's faces
I bark to the bartender, he gives me a placebo
I'm so young he tells me to be here
I nod and swallow the bland drink
Then I stumble several times near a crowd
and they think I'm a good dancer
I hear a girl tell anther girl that some girl she knows
watched a....girl
Puke in the toilet
I smile in their general direction
The good looking one comes over and bites my cheek
It hurts and I start to hit her
But she's grinning
And I can see my blood on her teeth
And I pull her to me
My place or yours?
"The gutter will be fine," she confesses
As we walk out
She takes another bite from my cheek
And I smile at the fat man
By the door

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Length: 5:45