Cut My Losses

Plundered on a cold street beneath smirking sunlight, I met a girl, unwashed and sleep-deprived, who absconded with my limited monetary funds and even more limited faith in humanity. I managed somehow to collect a few tattered scraps of self-respect and escape down desolate streets winding their way like an endless maze of bemused cops and old ladies shuffling for survival en route to second-hand stores. Every disaster is a call to love and prayer: I've never met someone that wasn't in some capacity crippled and in despair, so I just cut my losses and smile. One day, everything, including myself, will simply be forgotten in the forlorn nature of eternity.