Life Stop

Location

On the rooftop of a closed shop,

He thought hops to her tube top.

Nonstop they both spit swap,

And the next prop is the countertop.

Him on top,

Again nonstop,

Until the condom pops,

And their minds go flop.

Their hearts stop.

You could hear a pin drop.

Like that dirty, closed shop

     They need a life mop.

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741