This prick
D.S. Maolalai 
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This prick
we'd all been there all night
and had just as much right
to the girls
as he did,
(we told ourselves)
but this prick
with his long hair and
his muscles
took two of them
easy as picking up lemons.
and they
the prettiest
two. one had long hair,
blonde,
and the other
I dont even remember;
just anger,
unjustified,
that this prick
had walked away
with our most valuable
prizes -
didn't want them;
this prick could count girls like that
any night of the week.
but took them
as if they were nothing
but objects; and objects we wanted, too,
but couldn't get. prick had great hair
(they always do)
and a body you could have bounced
a penny on. I'm lucky I'm not a sculptor;
lucky I write poems.
otherwise I could never have called him a prick,
or been angry;
he'd just
be this guy
walking out
with two girls, tall and tanned,
like I wished
I could be.