Tuesday, December 22, 2009

High School Disease

I think sometimes about high school reunions
And how I’ve avoided every one of them so far.
I have small desire to see those people again,
So I’d have to be tricked into being there—
Maybe lured by the prospect of boffing a head cheerleader,
Or, better yet, a fat cheerleader’s nubile daughter.
“One of you can French while the other one phones for the pizza.”

Created on 12/11/2009 2:05 PM

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