The MeetingA Poem by Baby RicochetWhat do ya want? It's a poem, right?
She said she was sophisticated
and then hooked up with me Hanging around in my baggy shorts and black wife beater tee I met her at the Laundromat She had on yoga pants Her apple bottom a*s singing a song of hot romance Oh man did I want a piece of that deep in my DNA I had to run some game on her and keep my lust at bay And I don't have what you'd call game I blurt out what I think Schmoozing ain't my specialty So I don't over think The view was blaring on TV I hate that goddamn show A bunch of women talking s**t I just don't want to know I blurted out "you watch this show?" She looked up and said "Huh?" Her default when she's caught off guard That's when her brain goes "duh" She said she didn't watch the show and then we talked some crap and then I pulled the big guns out My service record rap Suddenly she was interested in everything I said What I'd seen and what I'd done and where my boots had tread We went out late that afternoon the rest is history I must have got it right that day because she's still with me
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36 Reviews Added on January 31, 2015 Last Updated on January 31, 2015 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more..Writing
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