By The Guppy
Date: 4 November 1999

morons

they weren't a perfect match
not something anyone would ever think to write about
they were never in the spotlight
never had it dangling overhead
never chased a carrot that wasn't theirs for the taking
he admired her dimestore shirts and her debutante hair
it was all about conflict really
she just adored being ignored
it wasn't my mess...i didn't care
i could just go on and on about how it wasn't fair
but, it wasn't me
they rode a streetcar named subliminal self defense
i rang the bell for them and scoped the streets for good incense
it wasn't all that fun being cast as such a loser
so i hooked up with a bouncer girl
from the local side of this foreign world
i guess you can both beg and be a chooser
we rode that car all night, kept that brass bell ringing
she was in the back with him
she thought she heard the angels singing
it was kinda sick and sad and silly all the same
she didn't have a clue about the nature of the game
she just believed him
i was reading "don quixote"
wondering about the evil nature of teasing windmills
the bouncer chick was reading something by capote
she was a fan of gay
she had a license to be intangible at any moment
i had a good excuse to stumble on my words
the moans that echoed through that car were stifling

morons

it was harder then to roll my eyes
he was the spitting image of daffy duck in leather
she was a slutty looking rainbow with a heart of fire
i was just a postcard purchasing admirer of the scene
and the bouncer girl
she was just the most honest freak i've ever avoided seeing again
everything got pretty blurry
as i had hoped
they ran out of time
i ran out of rope