Hot summer night in the Hollywood hills.
A crimson blood pool filled to the brim.
Beautiful young men come to tickle their thrills.
Soaking up their youthful splendor before it turns grim.
Charlie emerges from the scarlet red water
with milky white pearls draped across his chest.
Older men appear out of darkness ready to slaughter.
Poor unfortunate souls, thou shalt not protest.
Take a gulp, toke a joint, snort a line.
You'll feel fine or better yet, nothing at all.
No matter what happens, at least you'll shine,
oh sparkly young thing, soak up this moment before the fall.
Just don't hold on too tight
for this is every gay man's plight.
About the Creator
Dave Coast
Nutritionist in Venice Beach, ca.
Aspiring poet and vulnerable human.
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