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Jailbait
They said I looked young
Kept asking how old I was
Between men with creepy smiles
And old bikers winking at me
I feel like I can tell
Who was player back in their day
Because some still are
Just ripened with age like wine
I miss the conversations with them
In my checkout line at the store
The old tattooed farts were more charming
Than the boys my own age
One birthday made all the difference
Some stop me and ask for my number
I'm tempted to lie and say I'm still 17
But the temptress in me remains the same
Kept asking how old I was
Between men with creepy smiles
And old bikers winking at me
I feel like I can tell
Who was player back in their day
Because some still are
Just ripened with age like wine
I miss the conversations with them
In my checkout line at the store
The old tattooed farts were more charming
Than the boys my own age
One birthday made all the difference
Some stop me and ask for my number
I'm tempted to lie and say I'm still 17
But the temptress in me remains the same
Published 22nd Jun 2016
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22nd Jun 2016 9:50am
22nd Jun 2016 8:18pm
Don't be so hard on us dirty old men, it ain't easy to see beautiful angels that we know will never be in our arms. The agony of the imagination may as well be needles in our eyes to behold such loveliness. Sometimes I want to lock myself in a dungeon rather than go to the market and tempt my soul by looking into the eyes of the checkout girls who grimace at my smile. And then I realize I am the "C" word I never wanted to become. How does an old man turn off his heart? Jail seems like a holiday compared to the prison of my body. At least locked in a cold room with bars and bunk-beds there are no spring flowers for the bumble bee to pollinate with his autumn seed...
JJ
JJ
23rd Jun 2016 3:07am
I wasn't being hard on them lol... I miss some of the ones I used to talk to at the grocery store. I liked seeing them more than I did my own classmates. Something about the mischeivous eyes and smile lines and little winks are kinda charming. And they had interesting stories to tell, too.
23rd Jun 2016 4:19am
23rd Jun 2016 9:31am
