Postcard No. 17 - Slut

Some ordinary swimming suit

And an extra one for you and me

Some helpless lines night by night

And a postcard nr.17

Some say whatever waiting for

It’s the one that wasn’t meant for me sometimes as well as sometimes not

But at least i’m sure this couldn’t be the same

Some salty pages nicky-named

With a post-script telling not to cry

Some cheering girls tricky-blamed

And a choir spelling slowly: say goodbye

Dressing up to go

My jacket for the show

17 below

Oh i hope you’ll never know