Ashke
Bluelighter
ALRIGHT already,
Cease and desist
The white flag waves
To you, the prepubescent
Yahoo drones, congratulations
On your gnat-like persistance,
If nothing else.
Oh really, twelve whole inches
Almost as impressive
As your spelling.
Hope you're listening
I'll answer once
The silly inquiry
You've rattled off
To a thousand girls before me
But I have to wonder...
Do you truly think that
Aay slash ess slash elle
Can convey Thing One
About me? About anyone?
Well, I'm sorry boys;
I cannot abide the confines
Of your stark statistics, so
Hang on to your keyboards.
You see, I've seen
Nineteen times 'round,
Spinning on this rock
With a gaze that's sometimes
Aged by hardship
And a steadfast optimism
Preserved childlike
With frequent fits of shared
And healthy laughter.
I'm a girl, but don't relax
Cuz as a child I used to wonder
If there was some mixup
God forgot my penis
And greatly chagrined, tried
Shipping it late, US Express mail
But it got routed to Phoenix
So he said fuck it.
Knot-laced shoes dangle from electric wires
Where I live, and the frat boys
Travel in packs and glance skittishly
At the huddled, glass-eyed children
Who bring poetry to the campus slums,
Literally and figuratively
Plead for change
And embrace me as I pass.
Far more than you wanted
I'm sure. But if once, just ONCE
You asked for, I dunno, a
Favorite jelly bean slash
Wildest fantasy slash
Theme song check,
I'd faint dead away.
Then I'd come to
And drop my virtual panties
In a goddamn heartbeat
For the Boy Wonder who gets it right
Cuz when ya fuck with text, kid
Twelve whole inches can't hit it
Like imagination.
Cease and desist
The white flag waves
To you, the prepubescent
Yahoo drones, congratulations
On your gnat-like persistance,
If nothing else.
Oh really, twelve whole inches
Almost as impressive
As your spelling.
Hope you're listening
I'll answer once
The silly inquiry
You've rattled off
To a thousand girls before me
But I have to wonder...
Do you truly think that
Aay slash ess slash elle
Can convey Thing One
About me? About anyone?
Well, I'm sorry boys;
I cannot abide the confines
Of your stark statistics, so
Hang on to your keyboards.
You see, I've seen
Nineteen times 'round,
Spinning on this rock
With a gaze that's sometimes
Aged by hardship
And a steadfast optimism
Preserved childlike
With frequent fits of shared
And healthy laughter.
I'm a girl, but don't relax
Cuz as a child I used to wonder
If there was some mixup
God forgot my penis
And greatly chagrined, tried
Shipping it late, US Express mail
But it got routed to Phoenix
So he said fuck it.
Knot-laced shoes dangle from electric wires
Where I live, and the frat boys
Travel in packs and glance skittishly
At the huddled, glass-eyed children
Who bring poetry to the campus slums,
Literally and figuratively
Plead for change
And embrace me as I pass.
Far more than you wanted
I'm sure. But if once, just ONCE
You asked for, I dunno, a
Favorite jelly bean slash
Wildest fantasy slash
Theme song check,
I'd faint dead away.
Then I'd come to
And drop my virtual panties
In a goddamn heartbeat
For the Boy Wonder who gets it right
Cuz when ya fuck with text, kid
Twelve whole inches can't hit it
Like imagination.
