Odd Girl Out
I’m well aware that social niceties aren’t always in my repertoire
My pinky doesn’t crook just right when I sip red wine through a plastic straw
My language isn’t ladylike, and I’m far too fond of bawdy humor
And any talk of my good graces are seldom more than just a rumor
Polite company eschews my presence
Seems I’ve never learned my lessons
I can’t behave, cannot sublimate all the crazy ideas running willy nilly through this brain.
Everything lost; nothing to gain.
I wrote this whilst listening to Freebird in a funky downtown pizza shop.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Love this! And eerily relatable!
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Thank you!
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Hope you are going back there soon too, so you can write more poetry xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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And gain weight!
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You an get rid of that again xxx
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Eventually.
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we love you just the way you are! xo
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Awww! Love you!
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xo
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I loved the whole poem but the image you conjured with “My pinky doesn’t crook just right when I sip red wine through a plastic straw” is just a hoot. I was not expecting the straw part. 🙂
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Thank you! I added the straw in a revision. Glad it got a laugh!
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