Thursday, October 09, 2014


You wanted a homeopath
I gave you a lukewarm bath
You said the soap was full of lye
I said you didn't have to use it
The soapy smell had notes
Entwined with music
I asked you if my words could win me an Oscar
You put a jacket on 'reminded me of NASCAR
Had advertisements for Valvoline and Armor All
When unengorged with blood
A member can seem mighty small
I think I asked you if you'd meet me at the snack bar
I waited hours waiting at the motherfucking snack bar

I'm pretty sure you meant to show up. Please don't listen to your answering machine.

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