The Man in the Elevator Got Fired
She said it was my fault
I need to be alone right now
which is as unfair as
most bosses or games of chance.
I live in a poem entitled
"Poem of the 48 States"
by a Cincinnati-born poet
who couldn't wait to get away.
The girls were naked in Kansas
in a boy's guiltless wet dream.
But what were the girls in
their own dreams doing and what were
the boys doing before taking them
to the high school prom?
I need to be alone right now
which is as unfair as
most bosses or games of chance.
I live in a poem entitled
"Poem of the 48 States"
by a Cincinnati-born poet
who couldn't wait to get away.
The girls were naked in Kansas
in a boy's guiltless wet dream.
But what were the girls in
their own dreams doing and what were
the boys doing before taking them
to the high school prom?
posted by Molly Arden at 1:54 AM
1 Comments:
I wish I was a poem of the
48 states
and you lived inside me.
-A Kansas born poet
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