A Poem about Frat Girls

This is a poem I wrote about frat girls, the ones who you always see at the frat parties on other campuses and this campus. I wanted it to be funny, but somehow it just ended up making me sad and almost pitying them, but here goes:

Nights on Stupid                        by Richard Vasquez




As they go hand in hand,

giddy and carefree with their purses engorged with

loose cash,

flavored, ribbed, glow-in-the-dark condoms,

credit cards, fake IDs that say they are 25 and from East Lansing,

makeup from Sephora,

birth control pills, and sparkly lip-gloss.

This is an old mission, the same as every

other weekend.  Perhaps play some Beirut, get some numbers,

generally forget about any sort of manners or

moral upbringing.

An elitism that

gets written about too little

these days

is imbedded in the psyche of

every made-up trollop.  It doesn’t matter

whether each is rich or destitute,

pretty or putrid,

a vestal or a vacancy.

In the recesses of each mind

is a goddess persona, put on this earth

for the sheer purpose of being a bimbo who

thinks she is something sacred to behold


Which one carries the camera tonight?

How many

will she take of herself holding the camera away from her

face?  How many will be of her

friend chugging cheap sweaty beer with one of the frat guys?

Will their eyes be able to decipher the visions

between the agglutination of caked-on make-up?  Will the drunken

swaying of their young bodies somehow

make them feel they are the womanly wonders

of the world?


Will they ever get a clue

or will they continue being cliché?


One Response to “A Poem about Frat Girls”

  1. awcoulter says:

    i like this poem. i thought the turn that came in each stanza, from the more concrete descriptions to the abstract sort of reflections, was very effective. i also thought that the imagery and diction was very well done. i like the word trollop. also, the lines “How many / will she take of herself holding the camera away from her / face” made me laugh. overall, this does a great job of elevating the ordinary. one suggestion i have would be to strengthen the ending some. you have great stuff working in the poem, and it almost seemed like the poem ended just because it had to.