Line Virgin Poem by Jim Boone

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Oh year, I drew the line early on
And refused to cross over.

I was what I Am 1000%
Only went to the closet
For a change of clothes
And was open and ‘out’
With a thump of my nose
But all that got me was
Hands in the air and
“I do not want to hear it”
Signs and lockups.

You don’t want to hear it?
Fine with me
I’ve got to have someone to hate
As I struggle with father nature
And that ho-down(!) time
Called puberty, as my applause
Meter gave a standing-O (Oh my)
At all the ‘wrong’ times.

I’ll go to the prom alone
Because a ‘date’ requires a female
But I will still swing and sway to
Goodman, the Andrews, Chubby Checker
Italian style: Solo, me-o, huh-o. 1955/2011