The Wild-Child by the Aimless Drifter
March 1, 2012
She’s the love child often scorned
Bereft of ties
She eats alone
She returns home early morn
To no dear face or voice familiar
With broad-mindedness enough to shame
She’s slept with a dozen men
She’s trapped in a labyrinth of trance
Indifferent, she sways to a psychedelic dance
She’s the hippy with the tousled mane
A bohemian rhapsody who snorts cocaine
In the revving Royal Enfield she veers away
Into an off-beat track
Her smoky eyes reveal she’s sloshed
And tonight she begs for no love
All she yearns for is a trip and a puff !
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