Chasing the taste of lime
on her knees, Aubrey is
some strange priestess some
strange tequila times.

Twenty-two going on twenty
times three. Carrie is
the priestess sitting pretty
between poles and dance lines.

Sweet sixteen Mary baby
on her hip. Lime salt on her
lips, daddy out with a dancer
some whore some tramp, some lady.

Backdoor blown shotgun Sally
makes it out to Phoenix. Curls
dark dirty blonde papa alley and
murder one when the sun hits sand.

Betty didn't make twenty-four
strung out sister and sacrifice
with each scar and slice
twenty-three and not one more.

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