This one's autobiographical but it all happened so long ago that I suspect that the other participants may well be pushing up the daisies by now.
TEENAGERS
That rotten night, the party in full swing,
a teenage girl, with whom I was in love
or thought I was, who’d kept me on a string,
discarded me as though I were a glove
and danced with my best friend. I felt a fool,
humiliated to be cast aside
so publicly, for she was cold and cruel
as only teenagers can be. My pride
took such a hammering, I almost wept,
but love’s skin-deep so, when the music played
a new girl asked me for a dance, I leapt,
and, having danced for half an hour, she stayed
then, three weeks later, I moved on from her:
it’s no holds barred when you’re a teenager.
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