She knows my name

Published on November 16, 2004 By propagandhi In Philosophy

She comes around like the morning sun.
And she greets me with her warmness.
The dirty smiling of the younger boys stirs me the right way.
And I see her struggle in her shadow.
Her eyes tell me nothing that I want to hear.

He looks at me and tells me I'm hard to get close to.
He's a stupid mother fucker with fudged up teeth.
Where love puts you is where you want to be.
So I think of him naked, I think of him pleasantly.
But he wants to wear his darkly bright aloha shirt.
He's a midwestern loser, what else can I say?

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