you are some sort of prince and i sure as hell don't belong

as i approached the line you admired the girl to my right. your friend said no man, it's her, as in me. you said she looks like a vagabond; funny... i was a vagabond. 'exactly.' he said. so i went through line. i stood behind the girl you admired, she was an archer. i quickly made a bow and arrow appear. thought maybe you liked the look of it or something. i was a singleknifeinmybelt kind of gal, not into frills like swords and earrings and other decor (certainly not a pirate like this other girl -who came in cardboard ship- i knew you'd like her because i knew you ended up together. she was clumsy with her sword and almost took out my eye by accident as she walked by.) and they called name after name. may the strongest win. names and more names till all were called and mine was not. i went up to the friend, the name caller and said, you did not call me. and he said, "i called all the names that were listed, the names of all eligible dames in the land, surely you payed your taxes, so surely you'd be listed." he looked up at me, what is your name? tania york i said. "no.. no tania york." he knew i was a vagabond, but i did not complain he couldn't include me. i threw the trite and decored bow and arrow set at his feet. looks like i wont be needing this. and walked away

so i went to the rough side of town to find someone dashing my age, but all i found were elderly women pimping single digit sex slaves. and i felt sick to my stomach and i couldn't believe my eyes. i ran.


and i ran and i went behind the tent and cried in my arms. a young man named ronnie, 99 percent nice anditshowed, hosing horse shit behind the event came to console me. and he sure as hell didn't help