Black leather, black jacket, black tee
Adidas stripes, one two three
Stonewash skinny jeans
Sprayed on denim graffiti.
She got a horse shoe nose ring,
Lucky piece of cheap bling
Hanging over the door to her soul,
An open shut case
A tightly pursed mouth hole,
Telling me the whole tale
One that’s stale as bread
Crisper than the pony tail
Pulling back her head
Now nodding along
To something that she read.
Now standing up
Minding where she tread.
Now walking off
Watch the oil slick spread.