Satin Shoulders

A twist of the head,
and the worm is turned
in your direction.

A lesson learned
amidst the smoke,
and the stale smell of lager.

Netted legs,
and vials of love for sale.
Play them all in rich harmony.

Satin shoulders
begs your touch in E,
and the tears begin to well.

The foreign grinner
laughs up his puke,
as his bottle demands equal time.

Satin shoulders
looks to your fingers
for wisdom and truth.

The foreigner slaps her behind,
and trollies off...
with her in tow.

Over her satin shoulders,
she looks back...
as you make the change.