Here's a poem I wrote last night. excuse the roughness.

What a Day
For the first time ever,
The cheerleader who lives across the way
Saw me and smiled at me.
It was really wild.

For the first time ever,
The jock down the street
Gave me a glance and chuckled.
Sure beats getting pantsed.

For the first time ever,
The traffic cop saw me waiting to cross.
He could not hide his beaming face.
At least it's not a downtown ride.

For the first time ever,
I had a really good day.
No sneering or leering, jeering or fearing.
Maybe I've just imagined it all.

As I got ready for bed that night,
Contemplating the beauty I had encountered,
What did I see when looking down:
My shirt tail poking through my fly.

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