There is Life After High School

Have your fun. You've earned it, Felicia.
I dimly remember the days before you
Became a beautiful woman. The jocks
And sundry kings of our high school
Never wanted to talk to you, and their
Mascaraed babes used to call you names.
Look at them now as you enter the room.
The babes, their faces deflated balloons,
Seem to wish they could hide. There's
Nowhere to go, so they put their forks
To their salads and eat. Their husbands,
The kings, are jowly and fat. They surround
You, like walruses, trying to come up with
Reasons for you to forgive and fuck. You
Will do neither, but, just to be mean, you
Come so close to some of them. Then, you
Lean on a table to let them admire your
Ass. It's such fun for a while, and, after you
Leave, you'll escape to the life you have
Made for yourself. They will remain where
They are, where you were, slowly decaying
In theirs.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-03-25 at 23:06

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