older women

Staring at the moving bodies

I’m a fascist with a boner

older women walk beside me

they would never take me home

I was fourteen, I was clubbing

she was twelve years older,

kissed me

And I still retain my feminism

repressing the abuse

You were drunk and also horny

way too young to understand

And you built up expectations

from a deeply troubled youth

Let your weed addiction kill you

what else are you to do

you will not find any solace

Drinking beers and writing words