Child’s Every Dime

You see her walking into the bar,
another dealer crossing by,
she hates the tequila;
or crumpled fries,
try to touch that light;
shimmering by;
Stashes are out,
Whats the point?
She had to get one’s,
Every dime, just in time.

Couple shots vodka,
sucked out lime;
And she waved into a mother,
The shimmering old knife,
Two dollars, tens,
Had save her night,
Oh that smirk, what a sight!
Mother gasping puffs,
Heartbeats mild,
Begging moments to coze those,
Uncertain hands of her Terrified child.

But hoards are out,
Whats the point?
She had to get one’s,
Every dime,
We’ll scream out aloud, but you wouldn’t find,
“Its your fault you cold dumb swine.”

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    • ghazal
    • March 25th, 2011

    why are you wasting ur talent ……………………….

  1. Just few more months of engineering… and i am not wasting it! 🙂

  1. May 18th, 2011

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