We walk as two, but we'll leave one set of tortured
footprintsNow here she comes...walking through the door...giving
that look. SinceI roll with shook wimps...I'm shaking in my
bootsKids are behind me eating steak and soup, talking
'bout beatbreaks and loops And I wanna' turn
around...join in on the convo, but I ain't got jack to say
And it's sad to say...I'm just a poetry fag
actin' gay in my black beretI just came to this wack-ass
café To drink an ice coffee and kill a bit of time before the
matineeWhy oh why did I need Cappaccino Cooler?Now I'm
trying to avoid eye contact. Lets see if I can fool herI put a
look of concentration on my face as I scribble on a
napkinSquinting my eyes, acting like I'm really serious
about this mess of non-sensical pen actionA web of chicken
scratch and ink blotsIs she still there? Standing awkwardly
glaring? I think notLook up....think again. Shit...now whenIs
she going stop making me waste ink from my pen as I sit and
pretendI knew I should have come with a friend. I shrink and I
sendMyself into meditation...and I'm on the brink of ZenIs
she buying it? I pick up my empty glass...tilt it..and drink the
flemShe's STILL scoping! in fact, this chick's a 10At
least in my book...which isn't all that well read, but
it's been said Once she gets her grip on men they simply
bendbackwards.She attracts nerds, jocks, substitutes and student
teachers Who all profess their love for all of her protruding
featuresThere's no fooling this creature, she's WAY
fineSo dope, I'd have to smuggle her across state lines or
else pay finesWhat's holding me back is what I heard
through the grape vineShe's a non-conformist freak who only
comes out in the daytime "Don't look at me." I can feel the
burn of her stare on my sensitive skinI'm anti-social and I
don't know how conversational sentences beginPlus, I'm
allergic to the medicine of sexual healingThis impotence is
sickening. She's sensual...appealingNow I'm covering
up my crotch region by crossing my legsLost in thoughts of
whores in my bed. It's awful...so I'm forcing my
headinto my forearms. I should...invite her for a cup of JoeIt
would do more harm than good...I just know I mean...she's
no Natalie Portman, and I've been kind of holding out for
herNaturally...Now my thoughts spin...and she's on the
"out" for sureGradually...contort my mindframe so no doubts
occurI activate testicular bravery and I shout to her Our eyes
lock.And time stops... She floats over to my spot...and I say
"Hi, I'm not trying to hit on you like the way all these
other guys jockI just wanna' let you know...I'm the
type of person who lies a lot Sometimes I fart and I pick my
nose like a maniacI'd be glad to front the cost of a date
with you as long as you pay me backIf we ever reach the
friendship level where things like that are sharedAnd I know my
facial hair is weird...but I've been waiting for someone
like you to shave my beard I'm usually more discreet about
my insecurities, but today...I just ain't prepared."In all
honesty...this dame just stared/And I was like "Uhhh...yeah...So
ummm...heh..." Nervous twitches were initiated and out nostrils
flaredOur eyes started wandering and I was rocking in my chair I
just continued on scared that I lost her...in my upfront
approachShe looked at my napkin and noticed what I wrote...which
was nothingI said "The funny thing is...I could have used you as
a museWrote you sonnets in iambic pentameter and then
producedMass amounts of unsent love letters and out-of-tune love
balladsSome valid...but most just to get you thinking of
marriageIt's untrue. I don't want to create a first
impression I can't live up toI...just...wanna... She said
"Nuff said. I'm a theme park. Ride me until the sun
sets."So I jumped up on her shoulders as we exited the
entrance.
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