Teenage Wildlife

Bowie Poem

by Jaded Owl.
Cold bitter nights,
 fluttering my dress,
smear the lipstick on my hand,
Walking down the street, 
looking for a deal to grab,
Putting on a new face,
 hoping for a taxi cab,
Could you spare a ride?
Do you have a dime?
Let's go to the other side,
Where all the stars have gone,
Just for kicks, 
take me home.
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