Shirley Alexander

Rookie - 70 Points (Somewhere under heaven, Georgia, USA)

Smoking Behind The Gym - Poem by Shirley Alexander

She wasn't really my friend, you see;

she just stirred a curiosity in me

for things alien to my propriety.

I watched the way she swayed her hips,

and envied the color thick on her lips,

and laughed at all her funny quips.

Behind the gym she'd go to smoke;

skipping classes for a toke

shared with some big biker bloke.

I saw her from the east wing door

pull up the mini skirt she wore;

the biker said, now show me more.

That big bloke turned his head around

when she threw her butt upon the ground,

and made a little moaning sound.

I learned a lot of things in school,

and I guess I thought that I was cool,

but I never broke a single rule.

My world today is smooth and fair,

with people to love and people to care,

but I still miss things I would not dare.

I saw a note that the girl had died;

she wasn't my friend, still I cried,

for the things she did I never tried.


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  • Rookie - 28 Points Laurie Hill (1/29/2009 7:36:00 PM)

    I love your poetry, it really captures life, youth, heady times love and pain...excellent 10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 29, 2009

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