Barfly

Barfly
An angel sighs
One more breath
As she guzzles what’s left
Just another drink
She doesn’t think
Of the sins or the sinners
Not even the guy within her

Barfly
Why bother the guy
Just the fly on the wall
Of a bathroom stall
Banging and hanging
What’s she not saying?
Because she’s drugged
Maybe she just needed a hug

Barfly
The ride
A disease called love
What the fuck
Which she does well
And hell
Such sweet release
Drowning in sheets

Barfly
Tonight
Her drink selection
She can see her reflection
In cum
And redrum
A pile of clothes
Everyone knows

Barfly
Died
Poisoned, drugged
The bug
A pest
What a mess
This girl I think
Shouldn’t have asked me for a drink

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