By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 12 March 2000
Chilled
it was wrong of me
the song of me
is too honest and harsh
to make the Top 40
I don't dance with ugly men
and this makes me small
and ugly and mean
and cheap
maybe I'm smiling now
but I won't be smiling
when he tracks me down
and spits in my face
I wasted his time
never tasted his wine
karma will fine me
Satan will sign me
I am not pure
I am not noble
I am not sweet
I treat myself
to truth
and don't consult
a book of manners
my banners whip against the wind
and can be seen for miles
my smiles are rare
and never faked
my thirst comes first
and is always slaked
I baked a cake
and threw it to the dogs
I tore the pearls from my neck
and cast em to the hogs
I REFUSE to be bogged
down in polite pretty lies
I choose to call 'em like I see 'em
and dispense with a disguise
Maybe I deserve to be drowned in a lake
Could be I'll burn for taking real over fake
But if you have a shaved head and a curly mustache
and brown eyes
I am not going to date you
and if you say something trite
I'm gonna call you on it
and if I don't like your buffet
I'll eat someplace else
and if you're an ugly man
my dance card
has already been filled
it's okay to be less than attactive
but you better compensate
with humor or warmth
or madness
or wit
hit me for knowing what I want
spit on me for standing my ground
I'm not here to pass out pieces of my soul
to every beggar on the corner
I'm not here to service every lonely man
who is bored on Saturday night
I have standards
and excuses
and reasons
and methods
and poems to write
before I look in the mirror
and see a wretched hag
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