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much ado about nothin' ‘cept sex drugs and violence  

It was never about us, it was about little boys  
with grown-up toys trying to be men  
he was a harmless old drunk  
probably sniffed too much petrol in his time  
always had a hello and smile for the girls
And those boys…
they were just dogs pissing on their territory
and they treated us no better  
than nineteenth century whores
there for a quick knee-trembler or sneaky blow- job  
under a blanket while getting high on the couch  
I lit a cigarette and watched  
semi-disgusted from the kitchen  
the drug-fuelled macho show of two young guys
beating up an old man  
the other girls hid whimpering under a table  
like they’d never seen a punch-on before  
but I figured - better him than us  
those boys would get me drunk  
to fuck me up later, like they did all of us  
that came calling ‘round for a fix and a fuck  
I don’t remember the old guy’s face  
of what he looked like when they were done with him  
But I do remember telling those bitches
to “shut the fuck up”  
as I cranked up Linkin Park on the radio
eyes half on the beating  
wondering what all the fucking fuss was about  
it’s not like they were beating us  
© Indie Adams 2012
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published | Edited 20th Jun 2012
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