Number 9 - MARILYN MANSON

Take my money,"

Is all I think

He looks at the earring

"Fag," he mumbles

I don't mind

He's fat

No one likes him

Life's too short

I pass a table of black girls

With short hair

They look like men

They all look the same

I can hear the strobe now

It's loud

And the music's too bright

I look for my friends

But I can't remember if I came alone

Or not

Doesn't matter though

There's hundreds of people

Who have waited all their lives

No doubt

To be my friend

And as I near the bar

I see two persons

Eating each other's faces

I bark to the bartender

He gives me a placebo

I'm "so young," he tells me

"To be here."

I nod and swallow the bland drink

Then I stumble several times

Near a crowd

And they think I'm a good dancer

I hear a girl tell another girl

That some girl she knows

Watched a

Girl

Puke in the toilet

I smile in their general direction

The good-looking one comes over

And bites my cheek

It hurts

And I start to

Hit her

But she's grinning

And I can see my blood on her teeth

And I pull her to me

"My place or yours?"

"The gutter will be fine," she confesses

As we walk out

She takes another bite from my cheek

And I smile at the fat man

By the door