He selects the plainest face form a spiteful row of girls. Elegant insulted women a flaw of cultured pearls. He drops a name or two she fails to catch. At last he's met his match. Unspoiled and unaffected he wants her so much. She puts up half-hearted resistance like she was taught to do. She's heard some of those small town playboys but this is something new. His promise seems dangerous she'd like to believe. He says "You'd better leave". "You've only got yourself to blame shame or deceive". The waiting lines are long. They never get too far. Everyone wearing that medal with pride. Harpies Bizarre. I looked on but hesitated. I failed to interrupt. You're so hard to tell the truth to. So easy to corrupt. I'll memorize your face. Your tragic smile. The hurt look in your eyes. As you betrayed yourself to the part of him that dies. The waiting lines are long. They never get too far. They're shining up their shoes to kick a falling star. You think you should be somebody. But you don't know who you are. Everyone wearing that medal with pride.