Hunted

Mar 10, 2008 - 23:50 PM PST

I sip on my beer
And watch the freshmen girls dance.
The kid with the Molson who looks 13
Signals that it's my turn
I line up the cue and glance up.
Boys are also staring at those freshmen girls,
But their eyes say
Mmmm...fresh meat.
They are so naive
Swinging around the pole
Trying desperately to be sexy so that
Some senior boy will notice
And like clockwork,
They always do.
I shake my head and take my shot
I shoot again and again and then miss
I yell
"I was robbed!"
I go back to my beer and cigarette laughing,
And Paige says, "Nicely done."
I just want to go up to those girls and say
Look like a hooker, they treat you like one
But act like you can take them on
When you're in a t-shirt and jeans,
Instead of a tight lacy tank top and mini skirt barely covering your ass
And oh, it's so much more fun.
I look at the boys
Who have retreated into hunter mode
And I look at the girls
Who wear bullseyes everywhere
All I can think with a turning stomach
From across the bar is
God, I've been there.
That used to be me.
I was hunted, shot and stuffed
Too many times.
The 13 year old motions to me,
It's my shot again.
I turn back to the pool table.