Snickers

he lived across the street with a crumbly yard full of half dead trees with an orchard broken wooden picket fence showd me decay his child hood that'd been given away an old giant half t'horn away overgrown hedge the dirt paths around the house with cans they threw away downhill by the truck to the back porch I ran looking for friends I ran up the stairs deadpan what are you looking at I said to 3 teenagers again on the tiny tv their uncle's vcr was playing love songs they looked at me grinned at me and said sit down I watched amazingly at the smallest tv I'd ever seen it only took a minute before they asked me what I thought of it I didn't know I wonderd too and wondered what they meant they said why dont we try and off we went into a bedroom me 3 boys and a nasty bed, his, they asked me to blow them I reffused, unsure and sscared with discontent they offerd me a snickers bar and i said "yes" sucked one , they snickerd, touched another and they snickerd I fell over the bed my pants went down and they snickered now I look over the bed staring at myself looking forward with one young man behind me two beside me snickering one humping me over a dirty bed over a snickers bar. I run crying pulling my undies up and run for home with them snickering after me dad must not have been home because he never asked about it.