This woman, supposed to nurse my wound,
threw me a packet of illicit pills,
and told me to take 'em two at a time.
She squeezed my hand as I paid the bill.
Said "I don't do business like that ma'am."
Gave me a smooch and whispered in my ear,
"Bills for a pill 'n' a moment o' thrill,
else ya ain't gettin' no shit outta here!"
I got up and made my way to the door.
"Hey, wait!" She pleaded, tugging at my shirt.
I took off my hat and showed her the wound.
"I came for pills, not to turn a pervert."
"If you will, I must get home, for Pete's sake.
But I'll hold your sins in mind for keepsake."