"kakis" poems - Hello Poetry

We laugh at him, My friends and I, In our bubble of teenage invincibility We laugh at him, Skinny and ungainly, In shirts one-half size too big and Kakis that were probably $10 at Meijer's. We laugh at him, Hair carefully gelled and combed to cover the Bald spot where too many nights of Indecision and loss have rubbed it clean. We laugh, his awkwardness fueling our Shameful antics, Shrinking him until he appears no more Than an irritating fly with Strangely sad eyes and 32 years of small-town memories not Validated, Never appreciated. We laugh at his first-time fumbling and confusion, Not knowing how to handle us, In our smug overconfidence and Judgement like one thousand pins, How to reach beyond our stubbornness To teach us something worthwhile, Something beyond the plan. He sits like an origami bird that was made Without instructions, Perched on the corners of old desks, In storage rooms of old textbooks, Wrinkled and refolded. Yet his sad eyes and open vault of memories makes him Stronger, stranger, than I, we, have ever seen in the Four walls of our learning. Favorite books and winged metaphors Fly Next to seeds of joy and a father's death, Twenty-two pieces of musical Coping That we laugh at, That we see as a pitiful attempt at rejoining life, That we scorn With our teenage invincibility. It's alright. We know the value of less than nothing- Our judgment means nothing. His too-big shirts And lyrical memory will Exist To anchor a life Far after we have left, Lost, Wandering.

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Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC

CheshireCat92

Teenage Invincibility

We laugh at him, My friends and I, In our bubble of teenage invincibility We laugh at him, Skinny and ungainly, In shirts one-half size too big and Kakis that were probably $10 at Meijer's. We laugh at him, Hair carefully gelled and combed to cover the Bald spot where too many nights of Indecision and loss have rubbed it clean. We laugh, his awkwardness fueling our Shameful antics, Shrinking him until he appears no more Than an irritating fly with Strangely sad eyes and 32 years of small-town memories not Validated, Never appreciated. We laugh at his first-time fumbling and confusion, Not knowing how to handle us, In our smug overconfidence and Judgement like one thousand pins, How to reach beyond our stubbornness To teach us something worthwhile, Something beyond the plan. He sits like an origami bird that was made Without instructions, Perched on the corners of old desks, In storage rooms of old textbooks, Wrinkled and refolded. Yet his sad eyes and open vault of memories makes him Stronger, stranger, than I, we, have ever seen in the Four walls of our learning. Favorite books and winged metaphors Fly Next to seeds of joy and a father's death, Twenty-two pieces of musical Coping That we laugh at, That we see as a pitiful attempt at rejoining life, That we scorn With our teenage invincibility. It's alright. We know the value of less than nothing- Our judgment means nothing. His too-big shirts And lyrical memory will Exist To anchor a life Far after we have left, Lost, Wandering.

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Now Imagine, Jean du Scatmân Xanax, give me more, man Only the great scatting of John can give Now you can live Wearing tight-pants for the nation **** irritation; Stitch the jeans right The kakis are white How many kids did you **** Entire stomachs, hungry still Burp during the call Elephantiasis, in the ball? Save us from the reds The **** hole is now Dead

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Jun 4, 2015

Jun 4, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC

true-follower-of-the-scatman

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Now Imagine, Jean du Scatmân Xanax, give me more, man Only the great scatting of John can give Now you can live Wearing tight-pants for the nation **** irritation; Stitch the jeans right The kakis are white How many kids did you **** Entire stomachs, hungry still Burp during the call Elephantiasis, in the ball? Save us from the reds The **** hole is now Dead

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Lets start a trend my dear friends! Frolic with me through all the different ends, From clothing to style it all makes me smile The simple similarities of their beginnings Fade to everyone near and far Like the bell bottom jeans we once wore To the kakis we all love and adore....... Let's wear gauges and valve off the steam From the haters hatred retorting us from our dreams! Let's get tattoos to match Or give everyone a friendly five star on their back, Let's get high as a kite Be it on **** or on life :) Let's smoke cigs and act like bar pigs Let's get drunk and jam to some funk! So again friends, let's start a trend A trend to match all the others There shall be no end! :)

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Oct 26, 2015

Oct 26, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC

tyler-james-roberts

Trends!

Lets start a trend my dear friends! Frolic with me through all the different ends, From clothing to style it all makes me smile The simple similarities of their beginnings Fade to everyone near and far Like the bell bottom jeans we once wore To the kakis we all love and adore....... Let's wear gauges and valve off the steam From the haters hatred retorting us from our dreams! Let's get tattoos to match Or give everyone a friendly five star on their back, Let's get high as a kite Be it on **** or on life :) Let's smoke cigs and act like bar pigs Let's get drunk and jam to some funk! So again friends, let's start a trend A trend to match all the others There shall be no end! :)

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