Modern Boy Modern Girl

admired from a distance with quiet subtlety

sibyl watched the boy to retain her sanity

She chats with herself so she doesn't feel alone

The boys and girls procreate whilst she lies in bed alone..

 

never sure who is who

shades and tone obscure the hue

blade of grass pulled down by dew

need to do what the b******s tell you to

 

Dorian was a boy whose passion was too big for his heart to hold

when he was twenty odd he suddenly turned so old

one side of his body lost all of its feeling

He sits in the job centre counting the gum on the ceiling

 

never sure who is who

shades and tone obscure the hue

blade of grass pulled down by dew

need to do what the b******s tell you to

 

eyes glance into one another in the cue for medicine

It ought to make you laugh how these things begin

dorian and siybl disapeared that night

They might be gone but things will be alright.

 

Modern and modern girl not burdened at all

modern girl and modern boy we won't listen when you call.

 

Reviews

[Isolophobe]

The rhyming is so fluid, its hard to believe one can still make words rhyme like that. Great diction too. I love the first stanza.