She'd had a shower
and felt as if
she hadn’t,
felt kind of
out of it,
and wished
that she didn't
remember Joe
and his deeds,
What about
a night out
just us two,
huh?
He said.
But she had had
enough of him
and his ways,
and ideas.
So she just
dried after
the shower,
and wished to heck
she had never met the guy,
wished she'd not gone
to that party
and met him,
she hadn't liked
the party anyway,
all those giggling girls
and boozed up guys.
She wanted just to
forget it ever happened,
forget Joe even came
into her life,
and Lilly, he'd say,
you're the best thing
ever happened to me,
(fecking liar)
best thing ever.
She dried herself
and sat there gazing
at her nakedness,
her feet,
her toes,
and how plump
her thighs were getting.
He'd want her to go
to that show,
all that glitter
and booze,
and big dames
and thin dames
and dames like her
taken along to show
on an arm,
beauty on a stick
kind of thing,
and all that music
loud and gross,
and guys trying
to touch your a*s
in secret in passing,
or gaze at your b***s,
eye you with their
dark eyes,
and talk to you
with their darn lies.