Ode to a Young Buck in a Liquor Store.

I couldn’t help but to smile under my Jackie O’s,

after being hit on by some 20-year-old,

who stared like I was a spread-eagle centerfold,

a boost to my battered and tattered ego,

 

I was dressed like a Female Assassin en Vogue,

a hoodie and shades, cause that’s just how I roll,

but the kid still told me that I was beautiful,

as he passed me by on his way out the door.

 

14 thoughts on “Ode to a Young Buck in a Liquor Store.

  1. that kid was a boddhisatva who saw you for real, AJ!

  2. Dude. You ARE fucking beautiful. Them lips, and them eyes… and them damned legs… good gods..