Friday, September 20, 2013


Tic-tac mind tip toes on your cool head
say, you're hot again, say it
but you're not as good as you think you are-
not at all
Drink a little more, you're not a doll
don't sit up like a statue here
or carry yourself to the floor
here, take my lipstick along
I'm not happy with your positions,
not happy about your mind either
I want a theoretical physicist
or maybe that smart 'man' round the corner
who knows more and most
You travelled zilch inside me
such mediocrity you represent
not that kicking philosopher anymore
Do I submit my resignation now?
Time already.
Ready for the foolishness,
well, I'm too hot for you, ain't I.
Go drink up, boy.