Rebecca Dobson

Rookie (19/07/1983 / Solihull, West midlands)

Modern Times - Poem by Rebecca Dobson

I sit with old man on bench and coffee
fountain, shoppers, usual crap
Two teenage females shriek and giggle
And chuck between them like filth
A condom in a silver foil wrapper

it falls to the floor.

And while childish blushes tickle rose
On adolescent cheeks
They argue over who should pick it up

Nah its yours man,
Nah, its yours!
They are shamed
They speak of mothers emptying pockets on washday
And are riddled with embarassment

And i sit, and hear them
And draw on cigarettes,
My eyes focussed on my daughter,
Teetering precariously at fountain's edge
And feel the vile blackness of chlamydia eat away at my insides
And the pretty white faces of my future babies

For the love of god, you foolish only just women
Pick it up
One day you'll wish you had


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, October 15, 2010

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