Published November 4, 2005
Fifty dollar notes pile underneath my
desk and i don't know where they
originated.
Oh poorlittlerichgirl,
Poor little Charliered perfume-smothered
girl.
But i think it's stolen.
Oh if i was a richgirl
if i was a wealthygirl.
Stolenthieifstolen he was a second-hand thief.
It's hot this afternoon.
Seven hours' sleep in my head.
Slamming doors riling my boa constrictor.
There's a place for you, i, they,
but i've not come across it yet
and i need to open my window.
The fifties will blow away.
Here are my broken heels and
red, infected splotches.
Blood last night shocked a boy
but not a girl.
Never A Girl.
Have they gone?
written: Thursday 13th January 2005, 1:22pm.
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Thanks for the comments guys.
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Ok, an explanation? Wow...I can try. Basically I wrote this after a late night hanging out with a guy when a few people were staying at my house and I was getting a bit frustrated with them. You know, when you're just a bit sick of people after being with them for ages non-stop?
I'd had talks with this guy about crap things in life and the next afternoon I was just thinking...I'm really so self-absorbed, I have no problems. SO I'm making fun of myself, with all the poorlittlerichgirl stuff.
ANd then: Stolenthieifstolen he was a second-hand thief.
It's hot this afternoon.
Seven hours' sleep in my head.
Slamming doors riling my boa constrictor.
There's a place for you, i, they,
but i've not come across it yet
and i need to open my window.
The fifties will blow away.
Just talks about the fakeness of that sort of "rich" life, having a boy metaphorically stealing it for me, not having earned it. And wanting to "open my window" and experience the real world, but knowing that doing so will erase my present, superficial life.
The heels and blood part is a reference to my past and how i talked about it with this guy. He was shocked, but those kind of things never shock girls. Haha.
"Have they gone?"
I was getting sick of putting up with these visitors, and all the thoughts they brought with them.
Woah, I didn't expect to talk for that long.
And no, I don't have a boa constrictor. It's personifying my anger. Haha. But it would be cool if I did
Thank you!!
I liked it. I don't really understand it either. Could you explain it a little bit?
interesting. quite scattered but i like it. i didnt really understand it, except for that its oblviously about theft. i really like the lines about the poor, perfume smothered rich girl, theyre so sarcastic. do you really have a boa constrictor?