Bicycle

Out for the night, she’s dressed to the nines

Boozed up on spirits, and cheap, foreign wines.

She’s out on the pull; got something to prove;

Hoping for stares as she shows off her moves

Her standards are shoddy, so score rate is high:

Grateful for attention from any old guy;

Groping her a*s, and trampling her feet;

No conversation, or name when they meet.

In short skirt and heels, make-up on thick.

She runs to the toilet, about to be sick.

 

Now, crippled by heels, stacked crazily high,

Staggering home with some other guy,

Travelling back in a battered old Ford:

The night’s a success: she’s drunk and she’s scored.

Late night kebab and a stranger’s bed,

A heap of clothes she’s already shed.

Too drunk to remember a thing in the morning,

The pain in her head won’t serve as much warning.

Hangovers all just part of the fun;

Comparing with mates to see how much they’ve done

 

A cry for attention, of low self-esteem

One day, I’m sure, she will run out of steam

But, for now, say the people outside,

She’s the town bicycle �" everyone’s had a ride.

Reviews

[Jeff]

I like this take on a fairly commonplace happening. The thing that bothers me about this particular situation is the negative attention a woman gets for this kind of behavior where a man will be applauded if that behavior is even acknowledged.

I digress. This was a very well-written piece with nice flow and great imagery. I enjoyed reading this and look forward to more. Thank you for sharing!