I came back.
he smelled like coffee beans and pipe tobacco.
he offered me Southern Comfort; in a glass and on a chair.
"Drink me," said the glass to Alice, so she did
and so did I.
he wanted me to.
She's only a girl playing lost so he can be the hero.
how could the dirty south save the day?
I shrunk.
am I shrinking?
no, no. Southern Comfort Dear, Southern Comfort.
So I let his dog sniff my crotch,
he knows if I'm pure or damaged.
he wanted to play truth or dare.
well where's the truth in that?
cheap trick for a peep show.
it doesn't matter.
I'll come back again anyways.
My English teacher offers me Southern Comfort.
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