Casey

You're never a girl, that curses and blasts, your mind in a whirl, face like a stone, how you look your best, too late to go home, won't wear silken furls, these men who want sex, impassive as pearls, they stalk you like ghosts, prone to collapse, can't face to be alone, your hair doesn't curl at what they ask, their begging for a third, you fling them a toast, let them drink aghast, forget what they like most, say you cook with gas.