DUCKTAIL ROMEOS
__________________
Kotex & Kents
After her divorce & black eye—
We lived alone in a little shack
Down on West Seventh
Across the street—
The Hood Mansion with its
Old Civil War ivy-turrets
___________
She’d send me on cold—
Winter days up to the corner
Store on State Street
Kotex & Kents—
She was still young &
A good looking redhead
_____________
The Hood Mansion—
With its Civil War dead
Gothic Americana
Miss Howard—
The Spanish teacher
Living there for years
_________
Torn down for a dumpy—
Apartment house so
Much for the proud past
Down the block—
Roberts-Blue Funeral Home
Living Dead Sixth Avenue
_______________
Your typical bleak—
Midwest boyhood bummer
Bildungsroman soap opera
Kotex & Kents—
A bored divorced mother
Black-eyed romance gone bad
Ducktail Romeos
You know the type—
Your slutty older sister’s
Cute boyfriend type except
They were my mother’s
The kind of guys—
Who’d take their time
With me when Mommy
Dearest wouldn’t put-out
____________
They were the pits—
The worst types of guys
The greaser ducktail
Elvis Presley types
It was just awful—
Like when Mother would
Say no that’s when they’d
Get me to say yes
_____________
The kind of cute guys—
Who’d lie & cheat & then
Treat you like a little whore
After getting what they wanted
It began with a little—
Kiss or 2 and ended up
With lots more than that
Going on in the backseat
______________
You’ve got your mother’s—
Cute eyes and pretty hair
They’d say & the next thing
I’d be down on my knees
Back then it was just—
A blowjob quickie then
Later a rim-job and then
A slow fuck in the bedroom
_______________
They’d get their big—
Thick tongues down my
Pretty boy throat, they’d
Rotor-rooter me real good
Duck-tail Romeos—
And naïve little me just
A typical small town Juliet
Just like Mommy Dearest
_____________
I couldn’t help it—
I didn’t wanna really do it
But once he got me going
It was awfully hard to stop
Kotex & Kent cigarettes—
The story of my so-called life
It’s lucky I wasn’t a girl then
I’d have been pregnant fast
__________________
Kotex & Kents
After her divorce & black eye—
We lived alone in a little shack
Down on West Seventh
Across the street—
The Hood Mansion with its
Old Civil War ivy-turrets
___________
She’d send me on cold—
Winter days up to the corner
Store on State Street
Kotex & Kents—
She was still young &
A good looking redhead
_____________
The Hood Mansion—
With its Civil War dead
Gothic Americana
Miss Howard—
The Spanish teacher
Living there for years
_________
Torn down for a dumpy—
Apartment house so
Much for the proud past
Down the block—
Roberts-Blue Funeral Home
Living Dead Sixth Avenue
_______________
Your typical bleak—
Midwest boyhood bummer
Bildungsroman soap opera
Kotex & Kents—
A bored divorced mother
Black-eyed romance gone bad
Ducktail Romeos
You know the type—
Your slutty older sister’s
Cute boyfriend type except
They were my mother’s
The kind of guys—
Who’d take their time
With me when Mommy
Dearest wouldn’t put-out
____________
They were the pits—
The worst types of guys
The greaser ducktail
Elvis Presley types
It was just awful—
Like when Mother would
Say no that’s when they’d
Get me to say yes
_____________
The kind of cute guys—
Who’d lie & cheat & then
Treat you like a little whore
After getting what they wanted
It began with a little—
Kiss or 2 and ended up
With lots more than that
Going on in the backseat
______________
You’ve got your mother’s—
Cute eyes and pretty hair
They’d say & the next thing
I’d be down on my knees
Back then it was just—
A blowjob quickie then
Later a rim-job and then
A slow fuck in the bedroom
_______________
They’d get their big—
Thick tongues down my
Pretty boy throat, they’d
Rotor-rooter me real good
Duck-tail Romeos—
And naïve little me just
A typical small town Juliet
Just like Mommy Dearest
_____________
I couldn’t help it—
I didn’t wanna really do it
But once he got me going
It was awfully hard to stop
Kotex & Kent cigarettes—
The story of my so-called life
It’s lucky I wasn’t a girl then
I’d have been pregnant fast
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