Girls Night Out – Poem #13

Girls Night Out – Poem #13

01/08/2019 0 By GlennThomas

She called it a girl’s night out
And let her golden hair fall down
Black satin dress clung to her hips
Come and get me boys drawn on her lips
 
Minimum wage and an uber receipt
Armani handbag, paid for with deceit
Three best friends and dancing moves
With hips that never learnt to sing in tune
 
He called up the lads, it’s on tonight
Jet black hair, combed to the side
The black kind with white pin stripes
Left his lack of luck at home with his tie
 
Overpriced, but he could afford style
She was getting wet at him getting wild
From the fourth round, the drinks on him
Orange juice, grey goose, the champagne’s pink
 
She was lost living up to her celebrity 
Feeling glamorous in her dressed down celibacy
Losing control to music and ecstasy
As she floated in and out of broken memories
 
She was slurring her damaged speech
And never heard her best friends’ pleas
Warning calls but Romeo ceased to exist
From the moment he got Juliet pissed.