Poetry about a vulnerable woman who's life changes after entering a bar. |
The bar is full of drinkers and smokers. Crack head junkies dealers and dopers. Gamblers placing bets. Prostitutes selling there body to make rent. Vulnerable woman wanting to meet there mate. Some others waiting to meet there blind date. Pool players winning a few quiet rounds Business men talking money and the deal that's gone down. There she sits all surreal and alone He knows she's an easy target It's her he will take home. He makes his move She excepts his drink. She is mesmerised by his looks he is not what she thinks. She turns her back to see the commotion Drunks are throwing punches He pulls out the potion. She turns back around Flashes him a smile. Takes a swig at the unknown vile. He pounces and takes control She is his now The drug has taken its toll He takes her past the bouncers on the door She looks like the rest of the patrons Drunk to the core. He puts her in the car in the blackness of the night She is to intoxicated to put up a fight. He takes her back to his place of sin Another victim he has caught within. She wakes the next morning in a public space. Groggy and sick With cuts on her face. She contacts the police but can't recall What happened to her the night before. What caused her to be the victim of this evil farce Then she remembers she drank from the glass. |