By the guppy
Date: 25 September 2000
flap and purge
1:30 on a saturday night
everybody's bumping the ordinary
i should be grinding my wake up call
but it's all been done already
i've been teased all night by a push-up gal
she's probably sweet
i'm too sarcastic to tell
i've got the hiccups
not feeling to smooth
wish i had a nice-guy friend
that i could introduce her to
she asks me my name
i search for something clever and confusing to say
(as usual)
i pull out a dylan quote:
"my name it ain't nothin'
my age it means less
the country i come from
is called the midwest"
she looks at me
baffled
but her hips are swaying slowly to the latin rhythm
popularized by carlos santana in the 60's
70's
80's
90's
00's
so i tell her i'm everybody's everything
she doesn't catch on
i don't blame her
i finally come right out and say it
that i'm just one of the other white meats with wings
who forgot how to fly
kiss her hand
tell her she's beautiful
and push her away
needing space to flap and purge
i fight the urge
to lay out charm in other ways
i would hurt her
i would rather be cold
because i could hurt her
i could damage her soul
i'm too knowing in the ways of how that works
i might hurt her
i'd rather be seen as a jerk
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