Fortunately he died young, not having much of a life to remember his past...

On the streets money he did make,
In the bedrooms his virginity they did take,
Out on the streets for a pickup he was sent,
All of his man friends were quite bent…

The guys drunk & high,
They used him and made him cry,
Sometimes several did to his bed come,
They plied him with drugs & rum…

Most times afterwards he couldn’t sit,
On his knees in the bathroom, out came every bit,
Ice did freeze away the backside pain,
Only did he work the streets in clean, warm weather,
So lucky he was when the weekend did rain…

Back on Monday to junior year in high school,
The only worry he had was a class in the pool,
For cash he carried a roll in his pocket,
Under his clothes for that cash, a diaper he wore,
The diaper to hide the blood of that night he could not forget…
© -me- 10/26/15