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54. Pepsi Blue

I have been thinking about teenage boys and their general jerkiness/immaturity and have decided to dedicate a whole poem, simply ranting about how there is no such thing as a Romeo in this world, and there is no point to expecting perfection XP

Enjoy.



The sky is blue,
My heart is grey
These boys, they're tricky,
They misbehave

They treat hearts like chewing gum,
To spit out on the street
They love you until they bore,
Then they search for someone fresh and sweet

If only there were a factory
Which could furnish the ideal boy
One whose ego were at average height
One who would not treat love as a toy

Stunning green eyes and contrasting black hair
A gorgeous smile and angelic lips
He would have to be tall and slim, yet buff
Not skeletal, yet trim at the hips

He should be a gentle and caring soul
Looking after his grandmother's cat
He would be brilliant, though not genius
Yet could withstand an intelligent chat

My Romeo, my Romeo, how I wish he were real
How I walk around searching for the one
But the factory is down,
Why must I keep wandering around

When I know, like Pepsi Blue,

Romeo is, too,

gone.

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