Monday, 26 March 2012

Piqued


Underdeveloped, overexcitable,
A livewire of nervous hormones,
Adolescence; hooded sweatshirts,
Maturity postponed.

Young and vain; irreplaceable,
This cardigan is simply striking,
Dapper, level-headed, blue,
Aqua under fluorescent lighting.

Buy me suspenders, boots to match,
Shoelaces untied,
Evaporate in all directions,
You can’t say I never tried.

Poetry happened to consume, to pique,
My interests for this hour,
A giant bianco bowtie,
By which my collar is devoured.

Who cares if I’m a hypocrite;
A constant change of mind?
I’m seventeen so deal with it,
I’m incredible defined.


Inspired by Sarah Kay

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