At Nineteen Poem by John Sensele
At Nineteen
Ain't gone crazy
At the start of twenty seventeen
But I feel dizzy
As I respect prospects for my queen.
Ain't gone or grown soft
In the head
Cos I opt
To frolick in my own bed despite whatever grapevine said.
Ain't gone or torn to shreds
In real life or in figments of imagination
Despite heads
Going astray in fashion.
Ain't gone insane
In 2017
Or fallen for mundane
Beliefs at nineteen.
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