Stereotypes

Cindy’s got a fetish.
For Vinyl and black lace.
She’ll sport the pentagram.
Black Mascara scare face.
Smoking her clove cigarettes.

Chad feels free at night.
Slipping those stockings on.
Silk engulfs skin.
He’ll wear 5 inch heels.
Oh how good it feels.

Marie, has a drink too many.
Her misery loves company.
Love’s gone, so is the money.
She’ll get to the bottom of the bottle.
soon...suffering hangover full throttle.

Steve, dresses hilfiger and glam.
Parades alla whore on a web cam.
Fashionable  shirt too tight, sparkle lip gloss.
He’ll wear rings on his index.
Uncomfortable with hetero sex.

Jake’s arms are all black .
Sticks the needle in, when he feels blue.
Bought a ticket, to Wonderland.
A baggie with a twisty tie.
Pupils dilate, he’s not here.
Relapse, he has to keep his chemicals near.

Jenny, Pretty and Blonde
All American pompom queen.
Who isn’t as perfect as she might seem.
The girl she used to know,
taunts her from the mirror and toilet bowl.
She’s oh so popular, but she constantly has to hurl.

André, quiet yet has something to say.
Artistic...Sometimes can’t face the day.
Damns all the demons, that bathe in his head.
With his font, language of the dead.
Everything he’s felt, All the times he’s died.
Oh, its always the quiet ones they say...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is basically about stereotypes.. and how everyone has to deal with there own shit.

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