Pretty as a Fender
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Pretty as a Fender
He had a crooked smile, a fuck-first-ask-questions-later style and I wanted him to hold me the way he held his guitar tight at the neck, swinging it against him like Elvis while it banged against his thighs, but he just treated me like any other girl. His mama said she raised him to do better things than date some little hillbilly lovestruck wanna-be, flashed her diamond ring and witch's eyes, threw her spells against the wall of me, and I remember I cried all night and drank cheap wine from a styrofoam cup, gulped sorrow like I was out of luck when he said he was through with the likes of me... how sad it is to be 18 and still not feel Beautiful Enough. |
Submitted on 2010-12-17 02:36:27 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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| "he can make you laugh he can make you cry" the guitar man... oh but play me instead...we can strike accord together...but i guess you have to notice me first... i'm the C chord for your f...ing fingers...play me damn it! this is raw...up against the wall..much your style... my heart pounds with each word...this poetry plays on my strings...real hard. | Posted on 2011-02-15 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | Somehow this girl is gonna have to relate just how pretty a Fender is . How many toys can you play all day with and be making a living . Meanwhile attracting all the strays your pecker can poke . It's like a wet dream come true . I should know , I actually took up playing guitar for similar reasons . I can't tell you how many times that accoutrement got me layed . It's like practical magic for the horny young stud . I loved the part about his mom . My favorite line "against the wall of me" . Sometimes you just gotta play the brick . | Bruce | Posted on 2010-12-23 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] | I lost a out to a guitar playing fool one night at a local bar. She said it was her groupie fantasy and she just had to go for it. So I got real drunk and started a fight instead. But this is some fine writing I would feel more sympathy for her if n I had not had my own experience. | when I get some free time I am going to try and write something as good as this, it will be hard cause this is real good. I feel the challenge just thinking about it. The styro cup reminds me of moonshine drunk out of an old tin can up in the hills listening to good ole boys pick blue grass. All night long. man my mind is wandering tonight. | Posted on 2010-12-17 00:00:00 | by DaleP | [ Reply to This ] | |
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