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Drinking With The Wrong Couple

Dragged along the wet pavement
unable to free from a sturdy grip
the damp concrete kissing his face
and another tooth chips

He can hear a woman's voice
- a cheerleader of the madness
"Did I do good?" she asks

The evening remains fuzzy
no strength to twist away
some kind of narcotic
has left him this way

He can hear the woman's voice
and never a response
"Did good, didn't I?"

They've dislodged his shoulder
and his bearings are fried
the only thing that is certain
is his distance from light.

Written by Tenderloin
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