Last night I saw the look-alike of my childhood bully.
I thought it was him, for he resembled him fully.
I stood in the garage as he beat on his drums,
I swayed as the noise drowned out my hums.
His smile was manic, a cigarette hung on his lips,
Just as his pants hung low on his hips.
I did not know where his shirt had gone,
But none of the women saw this as a con.
The light overhead shone red on his skin,
My face felt hot, my clothes felt thin.
I wanted to fuck him
I wanted to know-
How far did this likeness truly go?