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Little Black Dress

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Look, it’s the evil clones, walking towards me down the stairs,
Madness in their faces, vomiting laughter,
Every skirt down to here, every high heel up to there,
Teeter-totter, such pretty little cripples.

Wow, you must be bored,
Scrubbing out whole hours and days.
What a lot of free time on your hands?
Stumble and fall like a cut-down spruce.
Don’t worry; you’ve drunk deep from the universal excuse.
Non-responsible, blameless and free.
Not a person, just a cut-down tree.

Soulless now, utterly possessed
By the demon in the drink,
Utterly possessed by the genie in the bottle.
Let that cheeky little sprite out,
Priests and priestesses, dance him all around the town.
See the glossy river – whoops! – Splash! – Tumble! – Giggle! – Drown!
You’d already drowned your spirits when you downed the spirits.
Deaf, blind, unconscious, forgetful, basically dead,
Anonymous,
In pauper’s graves of skirts down to here and heels up to there,
Your out-of-school uniform, regimented,
Ordered chaos,
Non-people,
Irresponsible and unresponsive.
Who’d notice one more or less
Little black dress?
Because the drinking culture at university makes me feel absolutely sick. People start screaming under my window at 3am and are so far-gone that they don't even register when I yell for them to shut up. They talk perfectly casually about their intention to get that drunk, as though there was no other way to have fun, and when I complain about what drunk people are like, I get told, 'yeah, it's no fun when they're drunk and you're sober,' as though drugging and poisoning myself to the same level as everybody else was the solution. I look at how antisocial people become when they're drunk, and wonder why they would do that to themselves and everyone around them
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CutToTheSex's avatar
College can be a time of learning limits. It's possible they haven't had the opportunity to let loose; they don't really know who they are yet. I think they feel a sense of comradery in their journey and unfortunately if your path differs you're the one who is wrong. I know you still are on a journey to see who you are, your place in the world and what your views are. Thankfully you don't need drugs for your journey.

This is a well written poem. You should try writing more of them.