Boys, you have been deceived.
Those girls in California—
the likes of which the Beach Boys
and Supertramp sang and raved over—
are mere figments of your mind.
Now, you should feel relieved—
I done warned ya!
They’re the witch kind, boys!
And the tramp type, dang hungover,
and shallow— or merely the kind, unkind.
Commentary on poem:
Of course, I, a proudly atypical California girl, don’t include myself among these girly Cali kind! This poem was conjured up from conversations I’ve had with guys were were all hung up on the dreamy prototype of California girls. Also, this was written after some rumination of the songs, “California Girls”,
by The Beach Boys and “Breakfast in America”, by Supertramp. Give these classics a (re)listen after reading this.
Like this “cautionary poem”? Give a like and read another :
“You Don’t Want to Be There”
Both poems are from poetic hodgepodge Marinarena series, “I’ll Have a Combo, No Vocal Fry” in the future, right here on Substack.
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