From Tom & the Thumbscrews

Burn Buried

A Contemporary Poem

Not Candy’s, I don’t think. (WikiCommons Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported)

One night,
while cadging a lift off a
friend of a friend, and
four of us ending up cramped in a small car:
three nondescript guys, plus Candy
— a sexy and attractive teenage girl in
a very encouraging way —
with the workday behind us, and all of us going back to our respective digs,
scooting along with no particular urgency,
my friend Hal suddenly began an oddly
uncalled-for attack
on Candy, who was in the front seat opposite him,
calling her a “fuck slut” who
gave a fuck to anyone and everyone,
anytime,
whenever and wherever and whatever
the circumstance.
He seemed upset.
The key idea being that, in his mind,
Candy’s behaviour was depraved, and
that sexual depravity in a girl
“is not a good thing.”