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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Feb 27 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.27.12.55.24681]] |
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What is my problem? Am I as stupid As I must appear to be to the outside world I haven't thrown the trash out, yet I am Hurling towards the abyss without brakes or reason. There's this girl you see, who likes the way Her jeans make her butt look. And this other girl, Who says, come on up and enjoy my gift, she will Feed me and comfort me and make me warm. The kind dear friend, who likes me too, and Brings with her a co-worker, to flirt and massage My tender bruised ego so that I may enter the Ring again and fight the battle. Past lovers disappear from my mind like dew On a leaf in the middle of summer's heat, Spring Has once again got this young man's mind on love, Along with the birds and bees and creatures of the forest. Which way do I turn, where do I go, these questions Have no answers. I will choose upon the day, And hope for no regrets. I will deal with the trash another day, don't bother me now. |