Different
She wanted to be totally different.
She knew just what she must do.
She went out and got just one ear pierced
And maybe a nipple or two.
She wanted to be totally different,
Never the same as the rest.
She went to a guy in the city who
Tatt’ed a rose on her breast.
She wanted to be totally different,
Not just another brunette.
She went out and dyed her hair purple
To coordinate with her ‘vette.
She wanted to be totally different;
Michigan
wasn’t the place.
She went and found someone in Cali,
To give her a whole brand-new face.
She wanted to be totally different,
To be someone totally new.
She’s so much like everyone else now,
Her rareness is hidden from view.
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Needless to say, I don't write a lot of poetry anymore. ;o)
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