The Kid

Missy H.
A poem about someone silly that I met.

The kid keeps a cigarette
behind his ear.
I wonder why, exactly,
he even lives here.
I wish I could buy him
some new glasses frames.
The way he talks and dresses
is a little bit lame.
I do not much care
for his baggy pants.
I could pull them up
but I never get the chance
He is a little different
but strangely, blends with the others
I guess I've come to think of him
like a little brother.

Published by Missy H.

I turn 28 May 2012. Love my family and my friends. I'm the coolest aunt to the coolest eight year old boy ever. The coolest dog owner to the coolest lab/chow/collie mix ever. I am currently unemployed becaus...  View profile

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  • Darla Smith5/10/2010

    Nice poem.

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