I think I’ve lived another life,
Black Leather is my secret vice.
Its smell is faintly naughty…
On my skin it feels quite nice.
I think I was a wild thing,
Sorry I can not tell for sure.
But when the Angels motor by…
My thoughts are not so pure.
My dress is so very proper,
My deportment just a dream.
I will not cuss or take a drink…
I’m so boring I could scream.
But I think it wasn’t always so,
Perhaps Its really just some trick.
Faint visions keep me up at night…
Yikes, I think I was a Harley chick!
Purely fictional! Inspired by a goup of "riders"
..at least 100..that passed me on the freeway.
..at least 100, that passed
me on the freeway.
Categories:
goup, funny, peopleme,
Form: Couplet
Burning wide black shaded eyes
squint,steal a blurred glimpse
and shut as stinging tears
mixed with facial muck smear
Gazing in the bathroom mirror
my eyes teared honey lime until my vision became clearer
and the world became visable
sacred nightly ritual's
side effects of cheap sweet generic mess
Late night I gently applied honey lime
into fines lines , obvious signs of progressive aging
my taste in cheap facial care's always changing
The past proved new
generic solution unremoved
stick like crazy glue
There're awful goup imitations
causing severe skin irritations
they stricken faces with moles,
rashes and skin blotch discolorations
that clash with social circles
some are inexpensively hurtful
I tried to remove the sooth skin peel
sticky as glue as it congealed
my bleeding skin healed slow
and now blond peach fuzz grows
over healing scrapes,scratches,bruises,rashes
sores and blemishes it seems its side effects are endless
Heavy mascara and fake sunshine smiles
are the safest fashion style
Categories:
goup, angst, health, loss, teen,
Form: Narrative