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Seventeen

By Wil C. Fry, 2016.11.17, 22:35

(Copyright © 2016 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.)


Wild and heady days
Educational haze
When I was seventeen

Constant crushing daze
Hokey hormonal maze
When I was seventeen

“If you could say one thing to your
former self, what would it be?”

I would slap that shit-eating grin
Straight off my pimply face and then
Pummel myself into oblivion


I’d tell myself a tale
About heartbreak and jail
Plus poverty and fear
Cigarettes and beer

Yes, give me that time machine
To when I was seventeen

I’d save myself some money
A whole hell of a lot of time
Give myself some harsh advice
Before I wasted life in my prime

I wish I’d known what I’ve now seen
When I was seventeen




Going through all my years of writing poetry, I couldn't find a single poem writting on November 17, so I decided to write one. The date became my title, and the rest came from there.




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