Ward

Girlfriends dripping off his arm
Blood coughs up raw and warm
You lean across the cold cement
Your eyes sag dull, sad and spent

The lovely ladies cackle hard
Point you out, describe your ward
Graffiti stretches out their glare
Fuck You's flutter through their hair


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