You see him from across a smoky bar,
His hair in curtains blacker than the night,
Approach although you hope not to get far,
Deliver lines to trigger his delight.
A crowd already clamors for his eyes,
As inky as the squirts of squid and pen.
His gaze, however, strays from all the guys
And locks upon your own, time and again.
You buy expensive brandy just to please,
His wallet, jenny-fat, just tucked away.
His invite gets a yes, all guarantees;
There's no chance in this shithole you shall stay.
At his place, you lie satisfied in bed,
A needle buried deep within your head.