Paycheck-Wanna-Have-It Girl
Goulet
Posts: 918
Along the road somewhere comes a divide,
a great chasm with no bridge
or path around,
or place to rest weary feet,
and along-side the road-side there are no hearty trees
and no water-wells or uranium mines,
there's only dust and mud
and a thicket of thorn bushes,
they don't flower very much though.
So you kick off your sandals or shoes
and stand barefoot,
and then kick off your jacket
and your clothes and stand there, in the dust and mud
and thicket,
very naked,
and your arms feel heavy
and your neck feels heavy
and your head feels heavy-empty.
So you say this is your life from here on out
because you're most definitely not going back
from where you came,
there's no sense in that,
and you can probably be happy sitting in the gravelly road
staring at your hands
with a blank and innocent stare
or maybe a blank and resentful stare
or maybe a blank and horrified
and stupid stare,
but that's pretty much all you've got.
Newsweek and Cosmopolitan
and Time always told you to be afraid
and not too fat or too alone
or too poor,
or you would end up that way
and sad.
So you bought the pimple creams,
so what,
and you bought the diet pills and got addicted,
so what,
and everything that you ever put on your face
eventually melted away
and gave you pimples anyway,
so what,
you're not going anywhere now.
You are a sexless and homeless
and speechless waste,
just staring at your hands
thinking someday they will turn into a Hollywood actor
that you want be,
or a singer of songs,
a Rock 'N' Roll star,
and you could sleep on giant beds
with giant-breasted women,
and you would be triumphant and feel fine,
and your hands would thank you every night
because you stared at them so longingly
and hatefully.
a great chasm with no bridge
or path around,
or place to rest weary feet,
and along-side the road-side there are no hearty trees
and no water-wells or uranium mines,
there's only dust and mud
and a thicket of thorn bushes,
they don't flower very much though.
So you kick off your sandals or shoes
and stand barefoot,
and then kick off your jacket
and your clothes and stand there, in the dust and mud
and thicket,
very naked,
and your arms feel heavy
and your neck feels heavy
and your head feels heavy-empty.
So you say this is your life from here on out
because you're most definitely not going back
from where you came,
there's no sense in that,
and you can probably be happy sitting in the gravelly road
staring at your hands
with a blank and innocent stare
or maybe a blank and resentful stare
or maybe a blank and horrified
and stupid stare,
but that's pretty much all you've got.
Newsweek and Cosmopolitan
and Time always told you to be afraid
and not too fat or too alone
or too poor,
or you would end up that way
and sad.
So you bought the pimple creams,
so what,
and you bought the diet pills and got addicted,
so what,
and everything that you ever put on your face
eventually melted away
and gave you pimples anyway,
so what,
you're not going anywhere now.
You are a sexless and homeless
and speechless waste,
just staring at your hands
thinking someday they will turn into a Hollywood actor
that you want be,
or a singer of songs,
a Rock 'N' Roll star,
and you could sleep on giant beds
with giant-breasted women,
and you would be triumphant and feel fine,
and your hands would thank you every night
because you stared at them so longingly
and hatefully.
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(material goods make a happy woman not)
short and stout
I'm listeneing for the shout.
here is my spout
When are you going to get all steamed up?
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How about now????
then I shout
*puts hand to ear --- listening*
and pour me out
I filled my cup.
Time to drink up.
A drink of the divine, no?
it is true
of what I can do
and change my spout
But if you get tipped, do you still pour out?
and pour me out
LOL!