She's sitting, sitting alone <br />With brandy and Winston in hands, <br />Devouring with her mischievous wild glance <br />Her already coupled-off friends. <br />'I'm fine' - her red eyes shout loud, <br />'We see. What the f-? ' - says the crowd. <br />She sets her lust racing around the hall, <br />But no one hears this hopeless call. <br /> <br />Independent, independent, <br />Don't show this minute's weakness, <br />Independent, independent, <br />Just hold on so they can witness <br />Your I-never-care expression <br />That will tell them: 'Warning, danger! ' <br />It will make the right impression <br />On perverted dirty strangers. <br /> <br />She's sitting, sitting alone, <br />Her ego is squeezed by four walls. <br />She's waving goodbye to her friends at the door - <br />They're leaving this brothel-like hall. <br />Her anger and lust are still racing, <br />The cold of the night is erasing <br />All features of lies from her beautiful face - <br />She's played a wrong part in a somewhat wrong place. <br /> <br />Independent, independent, <br />Don't show this minute's weakness, <br />Independent, independent, <br />Just hold on so they can witness <br />Your I-never-care expression <br />That will tell them: 'Warning, danger! ' <br />It will make the right impression <br />On perverted dirty strangers.<br /><br />April Avalon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/independent-7/
