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It's 24 degrees and its a deception

by Ginette T Belle

today I indulged
because there is no one strange enough to love me
and I figure its okay
I could live on suicide and beer for years at least

so I'm twisting my pig tails
as the waiter gives me a free round
so why is my stomach falling to the floor
and who gave me this life anyway

and how dare they write it to end this way
because I feel as if I've reached the end
and where else could I possibly go
but behind the bar where I comfortably give advice
that I'm too scared to swallow myself.

04/28/2003

Posted on 04/28/2003
Copyright © 2024 Ginette T Belle

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 04/29/03 at 03:57 PM

oh my god! this is amazing!

Posted by John Ilotan on 05/05/03 at 01:27 AM

Great poem Ginette. Real good imagery in "so I'm twisting my pig tails". Nice writing.

Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 10/08/03 at 02:07 PM

i can picture this in a music video! You've captured the picture well!

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