I seek moral high ground,
maybe you can take me there.
You can be Samson
with locks of golden hair.
I will be Jezebel,
and instead of cutting, I'll just sleep around.
All our friends will laugh
as you lose your hair to me.
Little by little it will come falling out
and you'll be too tired to scream.
I seek moral high ground,
but play with petty fools.
There is something to be said
for breaking all the rules.
Expect it to be August to hear about your submissions; most of the places I sent them out to are college-affiliated and do not do a lot of reading over the summer semester.
ReplyDeleteGood luck.