May 12, 2011 00:56
do you think I'm 24 today
playing shuffleboard with CEOs in college town dive bars?
do you think I'm 24-years-old and smell lovely?
this big ole king-sized suite
with pre-paid, business class packages
has got me licking lips at half bald
could-be-my-dads.
sitting at circle tables with name tags in a hotel conference room
talking about synergy and action items,
arguing about the validity of cornhole versus bags.
I'm getting ID'd at the bar in the lobby;
you're not, and it turns me on
to thoughts of one-day aspirations and could-be ROIs.
I'll forward our ideas to the team, my notes are in your inbox.
we'll optimize these search terms in our meta data
and in our dear diaries, and in our fantasies of...
well, oh god.
21, I mean, 24-year-old me
won't go there.