as I sit here and eat my slop
and you ride in your expensive car
some kind of empty reasoning
this incoherent babbling churning in my head
like Richard Ramirez
but with a soft touch
here I'll give you my number
you can call me anytime
night or day
mark me down as an emergency contact
cause you know what baby
you Are special
you Are the sexiest bitch in town
Cause you know what it's like
you been there done that
an honest defense
against the scorned laughter
recollections
truth always stands still
it just sits there waiting
waiting for all of us
canned laughter or not
props or the real thing
table for two?
