Ohio got the best of me
and broke my crooked heart.
I failed the test three times in a row,
dropped my pants and said kiss me Bo.
Thumping, pumping veins of mine,
retracing the steps to my old valentine.
Sex by the pond on over by the high school,
Humping and puffing along to “Nick Drake” songs.
Afterwards we realized you’d lost your thong.
It was simple as the ripples from the toads off the Lilly pads.
I was just a green eyed burn out looking for a place to be.
Constantly whispering “please, fuck me.”
The water tower, the reefer chiefer redhead who gave the best head and every straight laced, blonde haired “Shull Park” honey in the hot summer sun.
Whatever meaninglessness brings,
it’ll always be Ohio and me.
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Wow, I wonder what happened to the thong.