Below is a poem about a friend, through a friend of mine. As much as society is close-minded about a lot of things, we can all be at times. This young guy thought it was out of the realm of possibilities where he would end up.

And the pretty bois said its all about the face
Tryin to look so perfect with not a hair out of place

..slipping out to the back drop a few “e’s”
And the pretty bois all dropped to their knees
Fame and glory their destinies

Nameless faces for shameless bois

Poor bois, whore bois they’re all about the face
Tryin to look so perfect with not a hair out of place

Rent bois, poor bois looking for some action
Dropped to their knees. Giving satisfaction


Dance a few more dances -shaking their hips
Back in the alley – a few acid trips

A line of coke and a few more drinks
Never grow older is what those pretty bois think

Poor bois, whore bois. They are all about the face
Trying to look so perfect with not hair out of place

Life was fun. I never was afraid
21 years old now and I am livin with AIDS.

Submitted By: Joe Lethbridge 2010

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