more angst...
the guy who can't get a date
it's funny
in a tragic, eat-you-up sorta way
that you would beg to be
auctioned off like
a cow
or a bull at some cattle auction
as if it were a bachelor auction
and we hadn't collect things to be auctioned off
it's funny
mostly
because I'm standing here
watching your face the entire time
wanting to say
you don't have to auction yourself off
because you could have me right now
if you'd only say
you wanted me
and it actually goes on.
and then, a couple of pages later, there's this
I live in a time where romanticism is dead
where white shifts have been traded in for
white t-shirts and heans
where silk slippers were exchanged
for running shoes before my time
Instead of a knight-in-shining armour
we fall for men in uniform