Meg’s House That Time

Pretending to be drunker than you are, the popular girl pushes with her

grandiloquent words and toast haired Catholic school lassies gettin’

sassy over Natty Ice and tight rolled joints of dirt weed,

redemption from the drug dealer in Cambridge that

the blond bitch and I tried to pirate that time

me laying on the horn, flaxen hair female slipping out the back and

we never put out for drugs or documented our sins.

at least I never did.