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Ballerina Junk

There are too many ballerinas on the earth.
It is a lithe disgrace,
yet I am disgraceful. I'm jealous.
They should be naked

and their pigment shouldn't be pink.
They ought to be green, like weed,
though I wouldn't dare smoke them.
I would let my friends know
I had the best stuff around, ballerina junk.

No, I haven't been smoking.
Not since before I was born.
Born into the sun light. That's a green color
in case you need details about this light.

I'm a bachelor with no thumb rings.
I'm a gigolo with a whale friend.
I will walk into Hot Topic, laugh from my gut,
and sing like an American Idol reject.

There are too many bachelors on the earth
and not enough bachelorettes.
I never wanted to stay single.
I never wanted that kind of loneliness.
Oh well, maybe I'll take up charity work.

Poetry by Vincent Caruso
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