"Take my money," Is all I think.   He looks at the earring.   "Fag," he mumbles.   I don't mind.   He's fat.   No one likes him.   Life's too short.   I pass a table of black girls   With short hair.   They look like men.   They all look the same.   I can hear the strobe now,   It's loud.   And the music's too bright.   I look for my friends,   But I can't remember if I came alone   Or not.   Doesn't matter though.   There's hundreds of people   Who have waited all their lives,   No doubt,   To be my friend.   And as I near the bar   I see two persons   Eating each other's faces.   I bark to the bartender.   He gives me a placebo.   I'm "so young," he tells me,   "To be here."   I nod and swallow the bland drink.   Then I stumble several times   Near a crowd,   And they think I'm a good dancer.   I hear a girl tell another girl   That some girl she knows   Watched a girl   Puke in the toilet.   I smile in their general direction.   The good-looking one comes over   And bites my cheek.   It hurts,   And I start to   Hit her.   But she's grinning,   And I can see my blood on her teeth.   And I pull her to me.   "My place or yours?"   "The gutter will be fine,"   she confesses.   As we walk out,   She takes another bite from my cheek,   And I smile at the fat man   By the door.