My 3AM Wake Up Call
You’re a 3AM
Wake up call
With another sob story
About the latest boy
Who pumped you
Then dumped you
And left you
In a sweaty lonely pile
Upon another
Empty bed
And you cry
Baby girl tears
All over my phone
And you wonder why handsome
Boys
With shining white teeth
With full heads of curly black hair
With six-pack stomachs
And tight muscular
Rear ends
Can not be more like
Mature
Older
Men
“Just like you, ”
Baby girl says
“Just like you.”
And you cry
Baby girl tears
All over my phone
And you wonder why reckless
Boys
Who party all night
Who down countless vodka shots
Who shout “muthafukka, ” “dude, ” 'beotch, '
And other raucous
Victory chants
Can not be more like
Mature
Older
Men
“Just like you, ”
Baby girl says
“Just like you.”
You want me to empathize
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poem by Catman Cohen
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