Friday, October 4, 2024

What Was She Gonna Do? By Kevin M. Hibshman


School was a drag.
Her parents weren't interested in hearing about her
 teenage blues.
The town she lived in was ruled over by the cruel
and moneyed few.
She was passably pretty, not a bombshell by any
means, with a bird-like figure and freckles.
What was she gonna do?
She got a car and they all took her for a ride but
she knew where she was going.
Right down to the curb of the nearest dead-end 
street.
What was she gonna do?
What kind of job could she get save for serving
 the masses with their bad manners and snide
comments?
She hung out at the bars and the bowling alley.
Places for those with zero prospects where the
thrills were cheapest.
It was all she could afford.
She made time with anyone who came by.
Drifting on the sullen tide.
It was just another Saturday night.
It wasn't that she wanted to be a bad girl.
Perhaps we might label her as misunderstood?
What was she gonna do?
Anything she damn well could.




Kevin M. Hibshman has had poems published in many journals and magazines world wide.In addition, he has edited his poetry zine, Fearless, since 1990 and is the author of sixteen chapbooks including Love Sex Death Dreams (Green Bean Press, 2000) and Incessant Shining (Alternating Current, 2011).

His current book Cease To Destroy from Whiskey City Press is currently available on Amazon. 


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