NaPoWriMo Day 19 - A Bad Poem

This morning's prompt on The Poetry School website was towrite a bad poem. Luckily I have years of experience to draw from.
A complete list of the themes covered in my poems between the years 2007 – 2010
Boys
always boys
suggesting not one
had yet made it to puberty
wine
red wine
drunk in a capacity to worry my mother.
Good.
Dark streets
lonely hours
sleepless nights
usually spent inexplicably naked
tequila
smoking
smoking
smoking
smoking
sex
but only metaphorically
just in case my mother was reading.
My feelings.
An exhaustive exploration
of my sadness
my loneliness
my melancholy sorrow
all the nights I’d lie awake and think of
you
you
you
you
my direct address
as subtle as a Facebook status
aimed at ‘some people’
and then,
because I was at university now,
I’d compare my
drunk, sad, naked self
to the last falling petal
of a dying rose.