Young buck

She strut into the bar on fire, smoke spiraling through jet streams left in her wake. Most of the boys put down their poison to breath in the fumes. She didn't lock eyes with none of them on her journey to the bar. A dozen men scrambled to offer her a drink, but only one got her attention. It wasn't me if that's what you're thinking, I didn't even try; I knew better than to approach the flame.

Well, that might not be the real story. Truth be told, I was too scared to. Even so, the fear stopped me from getting burned. That boy, the young buck, took home that fire, played with it like dumb boys do, now he's trapped in a smokey room.