Prom Queen

Prom Queen i remember simple moments long ago when life consisted of cruising down Dump Raod, a car load of friends and a case of bootleg beer. getting high and parking through the night behind the mounds of garbage that never reached the height... of the trash we talked of all the girls we wanted, but conquered only in our minds. when my turn came i simply spoke your name, everybody's beauty queen. an angels face crowned by long brown hair. the boys would simply smile and sigh with nothing to be said, then sit in silence and of of you until the morning called and we stole back to town as heroes to surrender to the queen.