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Just a Gal
There was a gal
I used to know.
She liked the downs.
She loved the snow.
A one horse crankin
psychedelic show;
then she blew her brains out
She wore tattoos
Beneath her scars;
Buzzed around
In dives and bars,
Rolling drunks
and jacking cars,
Until she blew her brains out.
She'd rob ya blind
and hang with whores;
Do shady deals
behind closed doors.
I guess she'd handle
the fun no more,
And blew her friggin brains out.
I really liked the grittiness of the poem; very revealing of the subject.
I find this poem amazing! Your rhythm is on step more than mine so good.. your poem is titled Just A Gal, but for the girl being just a gal you seem to know a lot about her, or at least the person writing abouter her, ya know?? neat though.. neat