Poem 67: Rich Man's Daughter

 

Rich Man’s Daughter

I’m energetic as fuck; I don’t want to stop.

One day I’m just gonna fall to the floor with a plop.

But right now I’m happy; tomorrow I don’t wanna know.

Right now I’m able to be on the go.

I called up all my friends and said “Let’s go out!”

My best friend asked me what this was all about.

I told him let’s just have some fun before we die.

They said “You’re so lucky; you don’t need drugs to get high.”

So we went out to a rich friend’s house to have some fun.

We didn’t walk, because I thought we ought to run.

We put the music on full blast.

We weren’t about to do it half-assed.

We got bored of the liquor, or rather we got drunk.

And I knew the next day my mood would be sunk.

But right now we were having fun.

I could come up with any pun.

You see, I mixed my alcohol with my Prozac.

It’s a really useful life hack.

We got down on the floor, the tables and the couch.

I took that girl’s virginity without so much as an “Ouch!”

I pranced around proud of what I did.

I was the first sexual experience of this kid.

I then composed a song about our experience that night,

how she never put up a fight.

I saw that my friends were getting depressed

and they wanted to go home, but I felt blessed.

I wanted to do a whole lot more

before my friends walked out that door.

so I sang them my song and they were like “Wow!”

“You broke in THAT virgin? Why, and how?”

They told me she was the rich guy’s daughter.

Now I feel like a sheep waiting for slaughter.