What they believe
the dark boys saunter in to
hide their insecurities with beer-filled lies and
touch sweet thighs in the shadows of friday night forgetmepleases while I
sit at the bar and sip
blue moons to the tune of
after work hours radio and
giggle incessantly at any boy who makes
eye contact with me to
hide my own anxiety.
i feed them what they need, the words they
don't deserve but
bleed for, just
empty enchanting stage scenes pulled from the annals of
high school drama memories, and as they
goggle over their drunk-fed dreams of me, I'm feeling queenly,
a celebrity of sedation, silently waiting for the moment that they realize
masturbation's all they'll get.
but even those who know will still come and go the next week,
falling knees to the floor to be near me
because the glamour of my farcical smile, while
outrageous, is contageous, and
inspires all that see to still believe that joy exists and
life's worthwhile.
hide their insecurities with beer-filled lies and
touch sweet thighs in the shadows of friday night forgetmepleases while I
sit at the bar and sip
blue moons to the tune of
after work hours radio and
giggle incessantly at any boy who makes
eye contact with me to
hide my own anxiety.
i feed them what they need, the words they
don't deserve but
bleed for, just
empty enchanting stage scenes pulled from the annals of
high school drama memories, and as they
goggle over their drunk-fed dreams of me, I'm feeling queenly,
a celebrity of sedation, silently waiting for the moment that they realize
masturbation's all they'll get.
but even those who know will still come and go the next week,
falling knees to the floor to be near me
because the glamour of my farcical smile, while
outrageous, is contageous, and
inspires all that see to still believe that joy exists and
life's worthwhile.