New Yo'ka

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She’s a New York kinda girl,
with a New York kinda look
and a New York kinda tongue–
she’s slick, she’s quick, and boy

you bett’a believe it, she’s scared.
She’s a New Yo’k kinda gal,
repelling and attracting,
all the wrong kinda men,

and boys, all around town– just a lil’
cleavage, a little glimmer, and a mean,
low-down, New Yo’k kinda swagger–
only New Yo’k streets squeeze-out

a staccato walk this juicy, arrogant,
sour and swede, only New Yo’k harbors
a gal like this, like I said, she’s fresh,
and you know it’s all about the flesh–

She’s a bad fucking poem

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I thought it was a solid poem. Especially the part about her being the opposite.

It kept my attention… which is… a hard thing to do, even for my own thoughts.

It’s dark but it’s fun, it’s descriptive but yet it flows and wraps itself up perfectly. Sort of a cross between ‘West End Girls’ – Petshop Boys, and ‘Betty Davis Eyes’ – Kim Carnes in the type of atmosphere which comes across.

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Glad you liked it Gobbo - and, oddly enough, I had a feeling that you would.

That is the crux of it, isn’ t it?

Thanks for the comment.