By the guppy
Date: 17 February 2000

polite excuse

she walked in with her copycat grin
her high heel strut and over-the-shoulder glances
of course i was going to ask for the next dance
i was smooth
like vinegar going down your windpipe
she said i wasn't her type
i told her i didn't dance anyway
idle awkward conversation is what i was hoping for
i smiled and walked away, gave her a backwards glance
and told her i hoped she finds her typewriter
i can only guess about the look i got and the words that were whispered
that's what i was going for though