Independent Poem by April Avalon

She's sitting, sitting alone
With brandy and Winston in hands,
Devouring with her mischievous wild glance
Her already coupled-off friends.
'I'm fine' - her red eyes shout loud,
'We see. What the f-? ' - says the crowd.
She sets her lust racing around the hall,
But no one hears this hopeless call.

Independent, independent,
Don't show this minute's weakness,
Independent, independent,
Just hold on so they can witness
Your I-never-care expression
That will tell them: 'Warning, danger! '
It will make the right impression
On perverted dirty strangers.

She's sitting, sitting alone,
Her ego is squeezed by four walls.
She's waving goodbye to her friends at the door -
They're leaving this brothel-like hall.
Her anger and lust are still racing,
The cold of the night is erasing
All features of lies from her beautiful face -
She's played a wrong part in a somewhat wrong place.

Independent, independent,
Don't show this minute's weakness,
Independent, independent,
Just hold on so they can witness
Your I-never-care expression
That will tell them: 'Warning, danger! '
It will make the right impression
On perverted dirty strangers.