Matches Falling from the University Ave. Bridge

"Hey kid!"  
I just wanted   
to smoke my  
fucking cigarette. 

"Got a light?"  
unfortunately  
I do. but just  
matches.  

"You're a lifesaver!"  
I'll let the  
irony of that  
statement slide.  

As I fumbled  
my matches fell  
over the handrail   
of the bridge. 

"I'm so sorry!"  
I don't care.  
I'll light your  
fifty cent cigar.

This ratty simpleton  
of a college slut   
impersonator wouldn't  
leave me alone 

but it's a riot  
watching her type  
with no insides
fish for a real embrace.

They all leave  
eventually. I just  
wanted to smoke  
my fucking cigarette.