Trouble - Poem by A Thomas Hawkins

Your legs go all the way from your flip flops
right up to your cut off jeans
when my momma warns me bout certain girls
I can see you’re the type that she means

There’s a look in your eye
and a thing in your walk
that i struggle to fully describe
and everyone knows when your man
he’ll sure be lucky to survive

you’re trouble in a cut offs
so everyone says
but I think you’re just misunderstood
and wrapped in that passionate chassis
is a heart that feels nothing but good

so sure I’ll go to the dance with you
then maybe down to the lake for a walk
we can sit on the shore til the sun comes up
and listen to music and talk

and when we get back home next morning
and I drop you early and bright
you can guess what the neighbours are saying
but hell we’ll know we did right

so trouble in cut offs she aint all that bad
not as bad as you’d like her to be
there’s a side of her people don’t think of
a side that chose to show me

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