Hurry Back Inn
Helluva way to treat a lady, she thinks.
By the pool table she stands
Flora Ann in her Guns and Roses tank top
Twirling the ice in her drink, bored out of her mind
A rose vine tattoo crawling up her neck
Piercings on her ears, her nose, her pouting lower lip
The light above the table
Catching the smoke
As she lets it curl from the side of her mouth
She calls to her man on the bar stool
He mumbles something to the bartender and they both laugh
Helluva way to treat a lady, she thinks
Oh, Flora Ann, Flora Ann, you have so much to learn. Want to be treated like a lady, then be a lady. No, it shouldn't have to be that way, but, well, men are simple. They read signals literally. Ha ha ha.
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