not that it matters anymore anyway.A Poem by Boyd Johnsondon't look at her tits. don't acknowledge her sex.
you're above this, remember?
you're a changed man, remember?
don't stare. don't think about
her hair draped over your shoulders.
you're above this. you've moved on, remember?
no more will you wake up to something that will amount to nothing.
play the nice guy. always have the lighter.
you're above this, remember? © 2008 Boyd Johnson
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1 Review Added on April 12, 2008 Last Updated on April 12, 2008 AuthorBoyd Johnsonthe great and oft forgotten north of nyc. poughkeepsie., NYAbouta freak. an outlaw. a hot piece. -j.m. a hometown boy who loves the hudson, his drink, and his hat. hiding under the train tracks, with a bottle of irish moonshine, toasting to it slipping thro.. more..Writing
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