poem
Random Poetry Day 2
Concert Seen
I go to shows to have fun,
to rock out when the band comes on.
But in the middle of it all,
stands these girls whose skirts are too small.
Its freezing cold on this February night,
but for these girls it just seems alright.
Everyone goes to shows for the tunes,
not the smell in the air of your terrible perfumes.
The Skirt sings, laughs, and moves to the beat,
but is afraid to move your feet.
High Heels? Mini skirts and tube tops too?
Doesn’t the music mean anything to you?
Concert Seen
I go to shows to have fun,
to rock out when the band comes on.
But in the middle of it all,
stands these girls whose skirts are too small.
Its freezing cold on this February night,
but for these girls it just seems alright.
Everyone goes to shows for the tunes,
not the smell in the air of your terrible perfumes.
The Skirt sings, laughs, and moves to the beat,
but is afraid to move your feet.
High Heels? Mini skirts and tube tops too?
Doesn’t the music mean anything to you?