Gina Wants to Die of Old Age
I can’t hear Bon Jovi
without being seventeen again,
singing, “Gina wants to die of old age,”
like it was gospel.
My friend stared.
“What did you say?”
Laughed so hard
she nearly peed.
It’s “Gina works the diner all day,”
but my version stuck.
Wrong words, right feeling—
and I still sing it that way.
Because maybe,
deep down,
Gina wants that too.
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