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Jailbait

I was never the good girl anyway

So I shoved an old rusty nail through the old mans brain

He protested a little at first

But that died down with a few hard thrusts 

I made sure to tell him

Make him beg and whimper

The judge smashed his gavel

Said it amounted to torture

Funny thing though

No one cried censure

When it was the old man

Making me beg and whimper

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Friday Fiction

When I was a little girl I pressed my nose against the glass of my dad’s old Volkswagen as we passed under bridges in the city. I puffed great smokey blasts of fog to draw little hearts and “hellos” in as the sleeping men tossed in their bags.

“Dad, why don’t we help them?”
“They have to help themselves first.”

There was a woman beneath the bridge today snapping pictures of our homeless communities. Preserving our tents and bags in rough black and white photos for exhibit.

“Don’t you want to help yourself?”

I hear they feed you in jail.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

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