the softness of your cheeks
smoothing out any roughness in sight
everything’s fine inside
smooth is my birthday, did I win?
as today is the day
when I should celebrate
with chocolate smoothly poured onto the cake
and champagne for guests
flicker of smooth-sweet-tongue tincture
among the lush December lights
fireworks and ice cream trucks
took away most of our fun
they toot their smooth horns without warning
while others fight for their lives and fate
with only one dollar bill
strapped to the side pocket
of their smoothly pressed jeans
they long for the most delicate pleasures of life
the one that never happened again
for their daughters were born long ago
so all the smooth fun is long gone
I tell them, “It doesn’t have to be like that
you can use your head and think
smooth solutions are sauntering around
you just have to pick it up
and chose the right one, you see!”
he shrugged, so I never invited him
for my party of one, it passed him by
all the smooth chocolate spread
that bombarded the cake
the one he likes so much
deliciously sticks to the tongue at night
and a few other smooth, sweet, and juicy gifts
the one that every woman can give
to the right man if only he tried
to be the one and not a slave
without the smooth courtesy to admit it
like after a party when all the fine mod mood is gone
and you try to look for the right clues
blurred on the white stairs
without the slightest shade of grey
indicating the former shape
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Author's Note: The Smooth Challenge will be announced on my birthday. I'm looking forward to the verdict.
Also, I used the variations of the word “smooth” 12 times in my poem, including the title, to celebrate that number and the end of the year.
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