Shaving Ryan’s Privates Date: Monday, 1st August 2005 @ 10:56:35 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: lancaster If this was the inverse What comes second Should have really come first A last drink to never quench your thirst One more stroke of her hand Before you finally burst If this was remotely fair All this stress Would add lusciousness to my graying hair Would set me apart Beyond compare Like a true work of art When you can’t help but stop and stare If this were the age Of fast cars and roller-skates Drive in movies and Watergates Stickball and soul mates Filthy ten dollars worth Of a shady nickel bag Seeds collect like dirt Exhale to release the hurt If there was a moral At the very least a solvent point A diagram of disorder Dismembered at the throat Stimulation of the libido Pointless games A face held incognito Puff and pass the joint If this were a mockery What do you call what you wrote Gibberish sitting next to me Leave it to you to tell a bad joke Constantly bombarded My vision retarded Here you go, have the last toke ____________________________________ _________________________ This poem is Copyright © lancaster Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=102469