I chose a bastard Manhattan
over a bastard Old Fashioned
It cost 9 Dollars
I sipped it at the bar
in Green Glass Wing earrings
and a Bolero jacket
while kids in suspenders
order 3 Dollar Rainier Tall Boys
Maybe I was doing it wrong.
On the crowded dance floor
I was the only one moshing
Throwing the soft sides of me
into the bodies all around me
Until a boy in stripes pushed me back and whined
"Sto-o-op!"
Well what did you expect
This is a 90s Dance Party
and they're playing Smells Like Teen Spirit.
Then the Photo Booth
I stuck my head in during other people's
4th photo on the strip
I was laughing
Now I will be on their refrigerator
I'm Coyote
I'm Loki
I'm fucking shit up
Come on, you came to get down, right?
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