By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 21 March 2000
Down, Boy
don't make me crumble with your words of reverence
don't make me stumble and fall off this pedestal
'cause shit, man, i live on San Andreas Fault
and everything is gonna fall apart in approximately
two seconds
you don't want to lick my scars
you'll burn your tongue
believe me
i'm no good
and i know i am not worthy of worship
i've walked the muddy road and ruined
my best shoes
and losing has made me
not care about winning
i'm beginning to feel you
i want to call you darling and sweetheart
i want to meet you at the MGM Grand tonight
and paint your Emerald City
i want to be pretty for you
and silk like and deep like and good like
a fleshed out fantasy but i'm not going to melt
i'm not going to accept your litany
i'm going to run away to Brazil
and find a monkey
and i'm going to name him Koko Loko
and train him to steal pesos
and paper fans
and play tricks on rude people
or maybe i'll fly off to Spain
and be like Ava Gardner
sultry & shameless
or maybe i'll go to Ethiopia
and starve in the name of humanity
instead of for the sake
of a Bob Mackie original
don't love me
don't need me
don't want me
believe me
i'm no Priscilla
i'm no blushing bride in frothy white tulle
i'm a fool
but not
for love
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