Studs
My boots have studs like you might see
On any biker chic.
I wondered if they were the right ones
That I ought to pick.
Yet they look cool and fit so great
I figured, what the hell –
And no one’s laughed behind my back
(As far as I can tell).
When I was younger, though, the only
Way I’d want a stud
Was to come across one in a club
Made out of flesh and blood!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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