The Sweet Kind

The sweet kind Ones that smile And dance, hands up In the air, twirling Drinking, not drunk Snorting, not coke Pretty in clothes Awkward out of them High heel wearing Church going girls That clutch your arm Gentle and caring Like you're a normal Member of some Society you have Long ago forgotten They ask you for your Name, a name is not real Not in this world But, you answer And can't help The swell in your heart At their small talk, Their pearly white grins And you can't help The vague feeling Of dehumanization When they walk away Hips swaying ever so slightly Over to the next Dumb, love-sick chump