Mary Jane

Mary Jane

A Poem by Tori

dedicated to my favorite girl


I met her when I was young,

Just a square,

On nothing but the run.

Was just a deadbeat loser,

And she was everybody’s w***e.

Wasn’t a pair of lips in our town

That she hadn’t kissed before.

A sweet little home wrecker

In her tight black jeans,

Of all the high school freaks,

Those eyes were locked on me

She drew me in with just a kiss,

What else could I do?

Had a feeling in the air

It was bout to come unglued.


Jumping through the smoke rings

Like a good little boy,

Sniffing out conspiracy  

Like a fascist little toy

Speak of the devil

And the devil shall appear,

Here she comes now

In those red high heels.

Unsure of where she’s going

Raising hell where she’s at,

What’s a dude to do

With a crazy b***h like that?


Addicted to her scent

And her glowing ember eyes,

She caused a strange new hunger

That even a boy could recognize.

Burning through my thoughts,

Caught up in the crazy mainstream world,

Bitched at by the government,

For selling sex for her.

Where do we go now?

I don’t really even know,

But I got a pocket full of cash

And a couple smoke rings left to blow.

© 2012 Tori

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EPIC ... wonderful poem, gritty and dark, sexy and twisted, love how you rhymed your words, my favorite line was "Was just a deadbeat loser,
And she was everybody’s w***e.
Wasn’t a pair of lips in our town
That she hadn’t kissed before." Great word play !!!!!

Posted 6 Years Ago

It's got a nice rhythm, like a folk dance.

Posted 9 Years Ago

Twas awesome SL!!! Really catchy and whatnot. All that goodness. Poetry and whatnot. I liked the last two lines and the "Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear, here she comes now..."

Brava!!! :D

Posted 9 Years Ago

I love it! It should be an anthem buddy. I think our creative writing group would really enjoy this! hehe

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on February 22, 2012
Last Updated on February 22, 2012



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