Gary Mele

Bone Fide - Poem by Gary Mele

I read a poem that made me think
Of tripping over watermelons
Or was that a Madonna song?

I ride the subway, the number one
Packed with felons, packing guns
Or maybe they’re just purple hair and blue eye shadow
And pierce-ed tongues

I can’t forget that song I heard
It wasn’t Madonna or Sheryl Crow
Some artist desperate for recognition
A back up singer I’ll never know

Her rhyme is cut like bitten meat
It makes me think about eye teeth
A cock-ed smile and evil eyes
With thick eyelashes bona fide

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, March 7, 2011

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