Breakup Season

Bidding day, in Athens, on Milledge Ave.
Girls in white – both youthful and blithe.
Their blank teenage slate will soon be marred,
By the temptations of college life.

To their high school loves, they promise loyalty,
To stay faithful, honest, and chaste.
Yet between the two, both him and her,
Few relationships will actually last.

An innocent downtown shot (or two),
Clayton and Washington become blurry to watch,
Until, all too quick, a Lil Wayne tune overtakes,
Glitter from your skirt rubbing off on his crotch.

Shacking, by definition, is an impromptu “slumber party,”
For in Athens, love is free.
An embarrassed hustle back to Brumby in the morning,
In last night’s pumps and his oversized tee.

The secrets you keep from your man far away,
Veiled in blushes, stutters and shame.
When simultaneously, behind your back,
Without guilt – he’s doing the same.

For at his campus, with beer in tow,
Spiffy in his new frat gear.
He winks at every girl who passes him by,
Specifically, at her chest and her rear.

Until, one night, in a drunken slur,
Sloppy in indecisive cries,
“It’s not you, it’s me – I swear!”
And you bid your puppy-love goodbye.

For naive freshman girls beginning many tomorrows,
These first months are emotional treason.
Though they’ll find someone new next Saturday night,
Right now, it’s break-up season.