Planet of Women
By Aaxmym
What is this place. It seems the paradise for so long I’ve looked. They’re to the left of me, and to the right. My personal story book. Tell me, is this for real. I’m a nervous wreck. What can I do. Tall and short. I see blonde. I see brunette. Even a redhead, too. Perfumed. Red nails and ruby lips. But, why will none stop for me. Why must I be tortured. They’re around me as far as the eye can see. I feel like Superman without his cape And it’s driving me insane. Do they not see me. None of them have sunglasses and a cane. Given enough time, In their good graces I know I could be found. My adolescence is my hindrance. But, back this way again I’ll be ‘round. It’s a fine time to fall in love with you, As the next one is coming. They’re starting to rush by me now, Most hurriedly running. The cursed bell interrupting my vision. Why must it be so. I’m floating back. I don’t want to. But, I’m unable not to go. I woke up and it was cold outside. Twisted sheets. My head swimmin’. If I tried right now, would I be able to go back To the planet of women. I had this dream pretty much every night during my teens...lol. Written June 20th, 1975 © on Oct 27 2001 04:04 PM PST, Steve 18 • 10 • 7
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