Chillin’ at the lunch table

with my best friend:

What that over over there?

“Why that’s my girlfriend!”

Who would need that?

They’re filled with cooties!

My friend disagrees,

says that there are lots of cuties.

Back on the couch at home,

television seems to change.

Once meaningless commercials

begin to make me age.

Girls, girls, girls:

left and right and center,

but they appear most vividly

as a youth’s malignant tormenter.