Prospects - Poem by patch work
I might have a chance at a fleeting romance,
but I'm scared of not knowing how to act.
I forgot how to flow without emotions in tow
like when I was nineteen and could give rats azz.
I haven't had the chance, nor any prospects
and I know people do this all time.
Just not me, because I'm so unique,
yeah right, it's because I haven't a spine.
Maybe I should drink and take a xanax
and I'm sure everything will be just fine.
I don't want to feel disconnected or distant,
or regret and shame, I want to open my eyes,
and make sure this is really happening to me,
that there is actually a man between my thighs!
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