by Jeff Glovsky, Poetry, Writing

Virginity

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because you never forget your First

Random Poetix
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Subway’s down there
Hear it comin’
Just been mugged
Suspect runnin’

Don’t know why
I was beat up
Kicked my cane
Stole my cup

Got no money now
Can’t buy booze
Got no future
Got no shoes

Make me want
to kill somebody
Mold they bones
like Silly Puddy

If I’m caught
I might confess
Go to jail
Kill da rest

(1987)

by Jeff Glovsky

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