She’s sixteen, in a difficult phase,
Dresses slutty, smokes dope, spends her days
Fucking boys she calls friends…
They might be… it depends…
Friends are friends, sometimes, curious ways.
Tag: dope
Hippy chick
She’d forsaken bras, panties and lippy,
Smoked dope and tripped out, gone all hippy.
Nice tits, see-through shirt,
Nipples hard… Did they hurt,
When they bounced, if the weather was nippy?
Modern ethos
She smokes dope, she’s a bit of a boozer,
But not, like, a regular user.
She hangs mostly with guys;
They root sometimes. Surprise!
Just for fun. She’s not some kind of loser!
Highs and lows
In a doorway, behind a closed shop,
They smoked dope, he unfastened her top.
They were horny and high;
She had sex with the guy.
Well, he fucked her. She didn’t say stop!
Flowers in her hair
She’d tuned in, and turned on, and dropped out,
Burned her bra! Her big boobies flopped out.
Joined a commune and all;
Dope, free love, had a ball!
One, two, three flower-children popped out!