gratis

always waiting for doors to open…their doors….mine…anticipation of what’s on the other side…

love is never there…not on a couch…a car seat…a bed…a table folded for carrying purposes…always looking for the next deal…

and cash….what is cash but an opening to conversation…the constant question…how much?…never a wavering voice..
you either got it or you don’t…

the feeding of needs…of desires…from speed bumps to pock marks…to jaundice skin and humps on shoulders…what’s behind the curtains…..

America meets in parks…in bathroom stalls..shopping mall food courts…hotel banquet halls…corporate board rooms…on the prowl for the next fix…

come….get your fill…but…nothing is gratis…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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