26Oct / 2016

Terms of Endearment

homeless

“Hello, Baby Doll!”

Out in the open they greet

Moans in between their yellow teeth.

Each time I walk to work,

“Lady love,” they yell and smirk.

Endearing but I got no time to play.

“Sweetheart,” they say.

So goes my day.

Just another girl who writes crappy doodles and sloppy scribbles.

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