BEATEN BY CLOUT

BEATEN BY CLOUT
little nymph
with the quiet voice
not fully acquainted
with the English language
little nymph
with the face
as smooth as honey
but pale like a heavy cream
little nymph
whose eyes mine met
over and over again that night
little nymph
with your perfect ass
and your body
like a ballerina
why, when I asked you
if you would like to play
did you smile
and just say, “maybe next time?”
oh, yes
oh, yes
I remember now
it was because my friend
had already been getting to you
with free drinks
and offers of grandeur
even when he knew my game
oh, yes
oh, yes
my friend
it was my friend
who ruined it for me
that sand-dogging
cock-blocking
son of a fuckin’ bitch