Old Poem #13, Age 17 (Edited)

I asked girl A if she knew girl B. 
Girl A said, "Never liked her. 
For she is one of the popular girls, 
And I know what that crowd is all about." 

This would have been news to my friend, girl B, 
Who said boys never called her 
Thinking she must have been busy, I guess, 
Or something. She had no idea. 

So A hated B for something she wasn't; 
And B hated life, for something IT wasn't, 
And I saw the girls were just like us boys: 
But that didn't help anybody, at all.

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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