Day 207: Prose: The Girls in the Front Row.
I stood in front of them in line.
Noticed their cynical comments
And decided at that point
That those girls
Were worth sticking by.
They were young,
Still dressing in shorts a bit too short
And tops that didn’t really go with them.
I quietly laughed at all their remarks
And finally let them in on the secrets of the trade.
I stood next to them inside.
Made sure no one in the crowd
Was standing too close.
I only felt comfortable leaving
After I told them
Be prepared to hit the bitch behind you.
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