Men on the corner love Saturday night
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    Little momma, strut on by.

    And wave with your body every last goodbye,
    walking down the cliff that everybody knows,

    “Has one fine glow!”
                                   at the edge.

    Boom that

                     Thunder

    Streak that

                     Lightening

    “Tighten your eyes because tears are too frightening!”

    With every stare, glare and pinch he gives a tug at your strings,
    bringing nothing but a shiver of an empty feeling

                     with cold embrace you can’t erase
                        (as many 40s as you drink).

    “Hey,
    Little momma,
    Do you hear me?”

    Your painted lips must talk much too
    casually:

    Let me be landscaped
    And raped,
    till I’m weak at the knees.
    I’ve already fluffed the nest to lure every bird,
    every bee.

    “Please,
    Give me a
    Second of your time.”

    You can unwind a little while,
    (don’t smudge the mascara on your eyes!)

    “I can make you giggle, make you

                     sweat

                        make you cry.”

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