I see them walk around With their little blue aprons And I wish it was all they had on They ask for paper or plastic And I respond "latex" to myself I daydream about the new guy With liquid brown eyes And streaked hair I want to invite him into the freezer Take my shirt off and watch his eyes gawk Kiss his neck and we'd go at it Every day would be a new boxboy
Reason for writing:
The sad part about this poem...It's based on a true story.
Birth sign: Libra
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