Empty PocketsA Poem by Bob Sherunkle
Saturday night,neon lights,
All money is good here,except no fights. Ladies in waiting, No masturbating.. Please. Drinks are free..for a small fee. Hand stops me short, check's my shoes, Your money is good,don't spend it on the food. N*****s and hair,flailing..everywhere, Whisky is spilt without a care. Door man is pissed,I guessed he missed me.. again End of the night,as promised,a fight, Strippers are crying,inside I'm dying. Alone in the street,who will I meet? My shadow,my only true friend. He's tall and he's black and never answer's back. Same again next week,you betcha Jack!
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13 Reviews Added on December 20, 2013 Last Updated on December 20, 2013 AuthorBob SherunkleUnited KingdomAboutSerial drunkard,despiser of politics and b******s.All round good guy...and yes,that picture is a very bad one of me....Possibly. more..Writing
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