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25 years, 4 days - I love you all, goodnight.
by Jason WardellAnd they love me in rehab.
I’m just there for moral support,
but I already have friends--
meth, alcohol, coke addicts--
clamoring about me. I’m
a rock star, bigger than John
Lennon.
And my brother tells me
about my visit: the girls say
he’s cute and must be
talented, the girls say
you’ll have to give me
his number, the girls say
he should visit more often.
And I’m flattered the most
by the girls with the poorest
judgement. 08/11/2009 Author's Note: part two!
Posted on 08/11/2009
Copyright © 2024 Jason Wardell
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 08/11/09 at 08:52 PM Please tell me the parts are infinite? Love this also. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/16/09 at 12:03 AM Being admired is a unique feeling, isn't it? Whether it comes from those those with rich or poor imaginations... To try to describe that special little jumpy feeling upon hearing of the appreciations in others' minds and eyes... that is a challenge for a poet. You have made a descent stab at it here. Thanks for the moment. |
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