16 June 2012
Music thumping, people jumping, (some are humping), Sordid little place, this is.
Innocence lost, at what cost? She holds the tiny package.
A friend is looking in the mirror, Re-applying make-up (too much).
Head by the tap now, gulps the package down, with a little water.
Back out there, feeling better. Time to jump and scream and shout.
Music thumping, now she's jumping, (some are humping), Blissful place, this is.
Pain's receding, her heart is stone now, Feeling too High and too mighty.
The Bitch emerges, pushing and shoving. Angry at life and covered in scars.
Better than the girls out here, More attractive, more feared! Alas, this is all in her head.
Too much make-up, skirt too short, top too low and tight. Looks like a hooker, in her plight.
Friends are few, family gone. Better get used to swallowing packages.
Tiny Packages • Opuss № I