Monday, September 24, 2012

...Said the Pompous Ass to the Ingenue


We differ in our past and futures.
We are only peers to realtors–
Location, location, location.

I have the misfortune of being
Young enough to remember eighteen
But old enough to regret it.

You are too young for regrets,
But just old enough that your teens
Don't quite count as a memory.

That is why you know everything,
and I won't heed a word of it.

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