She really is
The dorky kid
She thinks she is
Trying to be cool
When she ain’t,
But neither are
The cool kids,
And her wanting
To be like them
Then or now
Is a waste of time
Groucho Marx
Said it best
When he said
He wouldn’t want
To be a member
Of any club
That would have
Someone like him
As a member,
The price of
Membership now
Is a lot higher
Than it was
Back then
In high school,
The requirements
Don’t just ask for
The right sneakers
Or clothes
These days
They want your soul,
And make you
Do things
You can’t even
Tell your mother
You did,
And even then,
They won’t
Respect you,
Just pass you
Around like
A ham sandwich
From which
All the cool kids
Take a bite
Until all that’s left
Is the wrapper
You came in,
And that just
Goes out
With the trash.
Maybe there’s
Something to be said
For being
The dorky kid,
The way Steve Jobs was,
Or any of the dorky
Kids who get kicked
To the curb,
When as adults,
They get to
Kick back.
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