Francis Duggan

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Young Sam

Up the social ladder he hopes to climb far
Young and egotistical Sam drives a brand new car
With his pretty fiance on the passenger seat and the car stereo blaring loud
With the smug look on his face of one who is self proud

With heaps of testosterone like a horny young ram
He does seem so sure of himself cocky young Sam
Yet plenty of his type in the big World out there
The young Sams of this world seem to be everywhere

His showy body language seems to say look at me
But suppose in the age of self promotion he is one of a growing majority
In the twenty first century no prizes for humility
This is how it is and it always will be

At twenty three years near the bloom of his prime
To his pretty blond girl friend he gives a good time
Driving in the leafy suburb on a Saturday night
With the car stereo blaring they laugh in delight

To well to do parents a social climbing son
Young Sam in his own mind is the town's number one
But he is not the only young man in the town who feels this way
In numbers they seem to keep growing every day.

Topic(s) of this poem: people

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Form: Verse

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