Bobblehead Poem by Chelsea DeVries

Is he boobling or is he bobbling?
Is he going to change his ways, or stay the same?
Will he ever do more than the occasional word or
two and the hawk’s eye stare...

Is he popping
or is he flopping?
Is he gangsterlicious or
last year's crumb cake of a dream?

He’s a uniquely formed individual on the exterior,
yet his interior is somewhat goony.
He’s funny,
but in an immature type of way...

I could also let bobblehead bobble away
and take shelter
in my skater pal’s arms...
but he has issues of his own.

His “secret pain” and his desperate pleas
for a dream girl...

Will either open his arms and soul to me,
Or will they let me fall
on the uncomfortable dirt...

The answer, still is unknown.