Lunch

Lunch Fangs glow in the dark Of this smoky atmosphere They hunt the weary and the weak The “huns”, the “babes”, and “dears” Finally they settle on one The girl with the shirt too low She is sleazy, she is easy, Desperate to give a show They make their way to the bar As she buys another drink Her skirt hangs low on her hips The fangs don’t even stop to think They say she looks familiar And have we ever met before They con her into leaving And guide her through the door They lead her in a hotel room By the their hand upon her hips They cop a feel on her behind And then lean in for her lips She kisses back too eager The fangs can’t resist What started out so articulate Is now much more than this He pulls away and rages His eyes are on the prize The girl who gave it too easy Was going to lose her life As the fangs move in closer Anticipating a meal The daydreamhas ended Agirl givesher neck a feel Shelooks up ather friends Dark has turned into day Shepicks up an apple Bites and walks away -Katie London -June 17, 2008