By the guppy
Date: 14 October 2000
heatlamps and recognition
surface skirting, i'm blurting out orders for breakfast
paint my picture now, sunny side up
over easy
over done
i'm fast to regret
the sunlight might meet me alone
i should know
i really should go
name a place, i'll call it my home
be a native from there for a spell
dip my name into your inkwell
call you waitress
madam, i can't stand the smell of your bacon
don't get me wrong
i dig you for reasons unmentioned
i dig that you offer me nothing
but provide a very colorful menu
so i can drool over things left to wish for
my credit ain't good
my heart's on a platter
under heat lamps
i'm somewhere in the breakfast buffet line
thinking something looks familiar
i'll be shocked eventually
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