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Two Morning's Aftermath
Crazy Olivia
Drunk Olivia
Doesn’t Give a Fuck Olivia
Was he worth it, girl?
Woman, you may have just become
Woman, you probably were already
Woman, integrity compromised
Woman, sensibility synthesized
Man oh man, what has been done to you?
Who could posses the power to withdraw
What purity and innocence in their powers restore?
Where did that part go that formed a whole
When a moment left you distraught; you never needed more.
I don’t know everything, not a little bit
And that I didn’t know that draws a short, silent fit.
But fermentation diluted honor’s stamina in some swigs.
Weakened by the weekend and an anonymous pig.
Great poem! Reminds me when I was in high school.
Great poem! Reminds me when I was in high school. Everybody knew, English was always the first class you had each day. We all knew it. English. First class. Every day. But then they changed it. No more English first class. For two mornings, after math!