she's going to California for a week or so
we talked and talked
and once again I'm pinned against the wall
why do friends do that?
Why is it so hard to speak truth
no, not just any truth
I'm talking pure, no umbrella
nudist beach truth
Must I move to some Socialist
Third World tropical Country?
speak and write in plain coconuts?
but that's where I'm from, remember?
maybe I'm just homesick
But goddamnit Ernest
I didn't see you at La Bodeguita
what did you find in La Closerie?
If you saw me walking, on the street, you would laugh
a urbanite looks silly pushing a wheelbarrow
more when filled with crystal clear guilt
why am I not laughing?
and why can something so clear, weigh so much?
This life is a skinny puppy sometimes, you know?
and why is it that men go to such lengths
to lie and deny their quest for Pollyanna
and for casual encounters galore
I'm just a crash test dummy
sometimes dumber than others
and sometimes I just plain and simply crash
... and there I go, decided as a mule
to the Radio Shack on Mercer
for ethernet cable and a transistor
and that's where I met your sister
"I used to fuck everybody, that was before 9/11, you just can't do that now, cause you don't know" - Margaret Cho
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