celebration, the bachelor
party.
one last
night of debauchery
before
the chains go on,
before
the cell door closes.
we go to a dark
bar where
almost naked women
gyrate
on a stage a few
feet away.
there's drinking
and yelling, loud music.
and stacks
of one dollar
bills,
ready to be given away.
everyone
is happy, slapping you
on the back
telling you
that tomorrow's the big day.
and yet inside of you,
there's a person
screaming madly,
telling you
not to say those words,
i do.
No comments:
Post a Comment