Friday, March 18, 2011


ten years ago
 when the things we loved were shinny
and our worries were tiny
things were much more simple
now we pop the pimple
and enter the age of marijuana sex
looking in the mirror at out our tiny pecks
our hearts once carried no real burdens
those were the good days
ten years ago

(This poem is supposed to be a bit odd, and look at adolescence from a poetic side. Also, I didn’t use any punctuation, full stops etc; I don’t know why I decided on doing this.)
David Westlake

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