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Misunderstood Youth
by Frank Lee
Screaming out magenta,
but It all comes out blue,
sometimes I wonder what happened to my cool.
I used to be witty gritty inner city,
now Im a clone.
Laughing at the drone
of the cellular telephone.
Maybe someday Ill overcome and outreach...
but, for now Im that Mario Kart playing geek.
a beer is a beer though
no matter where you are,
and as I look at the scar
on my wrist,
I am fortunate to just exist.
And sitting back, looking back, I cant quite comprehend
the thoughts that went through my head back then.
But maybe, I was crazy, probably just lazy, but it all is hazy
and the rumors of forgotten contusions come back as illusions,
and what is a dream?
I dont remember nada
maybe I was, someday Ill be, laid back in the Bahamas
smoking cigars in my pajamas,
but, I doubt it.
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09/04/2005 Posted on 09/04/2005
Copyright © 2024 Frank Lee
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/04/05 at 11:23 PM You may wish for your soul to be the coaster under your Corona, but in the end, you still end up soggy and blown out to sea. This is a poem of inner thought that seems to get us all at some point. Great read. By the way, if you understand what I just wrote then you may be as crazy as me. |
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