She dresses herself in obnoxious clothing –
Pants too tight, shirt too small,
Face battered with crusted
Gaudy makeup of a clown.

She meets him on the street,
The handsome six even blonde
Blue-eyed man that makes all
The girls scream.

He smiles as the cab shakes
And she walks toward.
“How are you?” She asks.
“Oh my god, you have to meet…”
He responds.

Next to him is the short man
From Spain, beefy and dark,
With a grin bright enough
To land a plane.

They drink,
They dance,
They drink,
They dance.

The guys leave her downtown
At a bar with a half-smoked
Cigarette and a full
White Russian.

She takes a cab home,
Feeling a bit sick
She throws up in her toilette
And passes out.

She awakes the next day
Alone to a dog
Licking makeup off
Of her face.

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