By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 8 June 2000
Too Much Mexican Food
feelin' whorish
decidely boorish
I fuck up with a flourish
and walk the floors
peek out the windows
and double lock the doors
now is the perfect time for a chardonnay run
thanks for the roses but I really need a gun
I'm shooting straight
I'm a mad moon chic
I gobble up the dots until I'm sick
stick with me and you'll be a star
we'll drive to Ensenada in a stolen car
barring anarchy
I'll be safe in your arms
I'll die a smoky death
'cause I ignore alarms
my charms are of the garden variety
I neglect social graces
outta piety
I'm no Aphrodite
but I'm mighty sweet
I buy you gifts
and don't care
if I eat
but today I gorged on Mexican food
(it was my grandmother's treat)
and I completed the day
with a foray in Spencer's
trying on wigs and acting crazy with my cousin
saying,"I want to buy him lava lamps by the dozen!"
Austin sounds good
Italy can wait
and I won't count the calories
you put
on my plate
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