College Girl

Pretty Angry. Says it all really.

So every step is a
well placed move,
You know every
hop, skip, click,
turn and slot
into the queue
to get a burger,
chips and a
health bar
Cos
you're on
a diet kick.

So the summer
dress hangs
lightly round
your hips but
your eyes cry
from a perfectly
wretched affair;

What was his name?
Kyle? Carl? Kip?
Will he see you and
think - Hey...
She's It.
Will he walk you
home, sending
birds and bees into
your flame red hair?

What a wretched affair.
What with your Eight
Pound Eighty an hour,
hitting the streets,
Pushing the workers
who wash them
to join Greenpeace.
What with the;
"No sorry, miss,
I'm on my way
to dig dung pits
for Three pounds
an hour."
What a wretched affair,
But maybe Kyle, or Carl
or Kim will see you
as you talk to him,
And think; Hey...
She's It.

Perhaps deep down
beneath the crust
you've hidden some
real sadness, girl.

The stuff that
shakes you to the
bone.

But for now you're
a ship on the ocean,
Hitting the sales
and thinking;

What a perfectly
wretched affair,
For an English
college girl with
flame red hair.
 

Reviews

[Vanessa]

Firstly, my favorite line reads,
"sending
birds and bees into
your flame red hair"
I adore that. And second.. I thought that the ending was a nice conclusion that was like to the rest of the words, and so the connection was there.

I love the use of simplicity here, in "chips and a health bar" and what not.
One thing, just to correct your mistake, in the fourth stanza you write 'Kim' rather than 'Kip'.
Thought I'd help you out there.

GREAT poem.
//VK

[WordMaster]

A well told story

Wonderful images, but a sad tail

But well written

You have talent, now keep writing and never look back