Poetry · Writing

Young Sinatra

Just a joke

got it tatted

lifes a bitch and then you’ll die

thats why we get high-

but they forgot the apostrophe

so they don’t own it

morn it

she’s now just a trophy wife

just wanted to live that stellar life

walkin’ and struttin’ down runways

but you’re just a grown up run away

like we were kids again preppin’ for photo day

and we followed your dad to work like a stowaway

foolish way- we made the world our putty

man girl you used to be so funny

now you don’t smile anymore

like when we swore

to keep the deepest down as sophomores

but with less heart

now you’re hollow

and I guess you’ll never know when you’re gonna go.

 

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