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Drunk on a Monday Morning

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Drunk on a Monday Morning

I am drunk
For the first time
Can't hardly think (that's grammatically incorrect)
But I can rhyme.
I love that guy
His name was
Thomas
He is 6 foot 6
With black
Hair and brown
-so brown brown brown brown
eyes.
I love him.
O faint joshes of
My heart's former
Demise.
He was wearing a red shirt
With white stripes.
They always do-
I am drunk. I love josh-thomas.
He is so lovely.
He was wearing a red shirt and white stripes.
He was 6 foot three.
Six.
He was 6 foot 6.
I know that because I asked.
I asked him. He shook my hand '
His hand was so BIG
He was so beautiful. He was sweet. And so so so so smart.
He came in my committee
Like three times.
I am so in love with him.
At first, I thought about him ' near me
He would be on top of me no matter where I go.
Because he
Is
Six four.
6'6.
He was so handsome.
I loved his hair.
It was
Slick and
Shiny.
I don't know his position
'on top of you' ' aww to be a youth.
But really.
He was so beautiful.
My friend thinks
She
Is a chicken.
For just a moment '
He was standing
On the
Side
Of
The
Dance floor Alone.
I loved him. I so love him.
He was lanky '
Save for
One
They all are the same.
And Thomas was different.
He was the
Josh
Of all
Joshes
If he was a Josh.
He said
NO.
Rejection pounded in my head. NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
NO
YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSYESSSSSSSSSSYESSSSSSSSSSYEEEEESSSSSSSS
Yes. I say.
I love
Him
All 6 foot 6 of him! I asked him
I should
Know!
I told her ' the chicken '
Again
And again. 'He is beautiful'
Yes. So cute ' beautiful.
He was the sweetest boy in the world.
He just stood there
6 foot 6 .
Alone.
I stared at him from a distance,
Savoring ' no! ' loving his eyes. He was staring ' perfectly ' at the dance floor.
He was
Alone.
He stood apart from all the orgy porgy
Or the crowds.
Because he was
6 foot 6.
And I was
Not.
I was perfect and glad. Looking at John ' Thomas.
He was smart
Too.
For all of it ' till then ' I knew that he went to Harvard.
But he didn't.
He was an eleventh grader. Just like me.
And he was so sweet.
I shook his hand!
Well, really, he shook mine. He had black hair. His haircut was lovely. It was cut in a 90s way. Where he sort-off had bangs then a real haircut. Kind of greasy.
But so tall.
His expression was so sweet. I could just tell that
He was
Solving
Math problems.
I love him so much.
He was so sweet.
He told the chicken
That I am 'cute'.
Obviously he does not know me at all.
But I love him ' so Who cares?
I love
Him
Because when I saw him I liked him.
Later,
I told chicken
She grabbed me and ran up to him.
And
Asked him
Who he was
I did not hear
Him
He was so high up!
I was
So in love with him then
Now
Today
Was
Yesterday
On Sunday I loved
Thomas.
Then she introduced herself ' as chicken, of course
He saw me and shook my hand.
His hand was
BIG





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Olivia said...
Feb. 13, 2009 at 10:43 pm
Wow. That was an amazing poem, if not little confusing(but I guess it's suppose to be that way)I don't understand why she mentions Josh, John and Thomas?
 
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