Twas the night before Wednesday

Twas the night before Wednesday, when all through the market,

young Roobles built bikes 'til she saw the free parking.

She figured that a walk by the bridge would be swell,

perhaps she would meet some friends there as well.

She aimlessly wandered for quite a long time,

but on her way back, some old friends she did find.

Old Clayton and Jack were also on a stroll,

so Roobles joined them and they took on the cold.

They wandered the bridge and the plot started to twist,

as they briefly discussed their lives in a jist.

The guys were on a mission to meet with a dealer,

to turn their lives into a fuckful of splendor.

(picture of friends omitted because that would be a bad idea)

They wandered on back to a fountain and stalled,

but to Roobles and Sir Jack, the warm water called.

They put hands in the fountain and Clayton did laugh,

for he stated the water was a homeless man's bath.

Another man came over and swaggered along,

then he stopped and discussed how locations were wrong.

The boys all wandered to the car for more safety,

but Roobles stayed wandering for this deal was quite sketchy.

A trade they proposed, am ounce for many papers,

The man said he counted and wrapped them to be safer.

I suddenly recalled an old memory of mine,

where acid was bought but the dealer not kind.

I shared my old memory with those in the car,

and the dealer got shaken and the door went ajar.

"I need to go the the restroom" the dealer announced.

But my friends were not stupid and followed him out.

The man entered a restaurant and my friends stood outside,

but the back door opened and the man essentially flied.

He went over the fence and ran into a steakhouse,

where he hid inside and freaked the customers out.

He ran out through the back and hopped another fence,

and I stood outside laughing when employees were sent.

"Who was that man? He said you would kill him."

I said "I'm a good girl and that's awfully grim."

The employees all agreed and they asked for my number,

but I walked away slowly so I could just go slumber.

But Jack grabbed me and we went to the car,

where we picked up Sir Clayton from a far away bar.

"The man was arrested with the ounce and his tabs.

I hope he gets time, that fake drug-dealing ass."

I simply nodded and asked if I could go back.

"We'll take you wherever you wish" said Clayton and Jack

So I went back to the market and looked for some food,

for my hunger was great and my night far too lude.

When out from the yonder, I spotted a sight.

A stand selling corndogs was up and alight!

I walked to the stand and asked it if was open,

the man said no but I looked halfway frozen!

"Would you like a corndog, a jumbo one maybe?"

I wanted a jumbo and thanked the man graciously.

He gave me the corndog and I handed him cash,

but he waved his hand and gave me a laugh.

The old man stated "You look like Mia Farrow"

"Have this one for free and come back tomorrow!"

My life is fucked.

but I saw a shooting star tonight.