Fist Loaded

Remind me of the days when I used to write these rhyming words.
The rain clouds part to reveal the sun.
It's a sundress.

Pad Kee Mao
Boba smoothie
It's only 2 dolla! 2 dollar? That's what I say 2 dolla!

We dance and sing in the rain. We're just too cute for you to even stand it.
Just a little bit exhausted. The smell of the city's water remains in the hair.
The skin is grey from the dirt. The smiles on our faces still remain.

You scantily clad whore. "Away from this corner!" I yell.
She flags me down, but I screech my tires to signal I will not be having it.
Not today, not ever.

In our sleep, we dream.