you seen one dirty city you've seen em all he cried that morning in Rome
he just wanted his home
wasn't he so much like that little boy that went crying to mom big rash on his soft face new orleans bayou water bug i ask, he says he was really young then
he rarely sulks and always manages to make things work by not lifting a finger, but every now and then he wonders but all answers escape him
she sits in her stylish white sports car tinted windows leather interior, long legs and a frown.
she's gonna be the belle of the ball tonight in her designer everything earrings
though she towers over the girls, she dare not wear heels for the men and she still gets starry eyed or hollywood mesmerized though there is culture and style somewhere in her mind in there, it comes out clearly effortlessly somedays, but most days she's looking cookie cutter cute and getting compliments swinging her hair around this way that way insulting herself fishing for a compliment because deep down she knows cute is a fleeting time-tested goal with a shelf life, and she wishes she could change the ways of the world to do her own thing.
you know she's a suburban working girl, married and moved there. no corporate accounts or anything but on the wagon and off the train, now the bridge and tunnel bi-curious straight girl. no shots of tequila but some remnants of betty page on her legs and feet still its a shame, because nice is nice and nice is brave but the lifestyle you choose will end up influencing your mind, your being. i know it far too well. the cookie cutter suburban will prevail her life. it already has.
even the city girl is on her same page bi-curious and simpleton and like i said nice is nice but i guess it's not enough to separate you from bessy and missy and messy. even though you say you're not, you've not yet demonstrated that much braveness
and the mean spirited city girl who started out as a small town girl, more like a sinister child who's seen everything in her dreams but somehow can't bring herself to open her mind of its rigidity rigidity her braveness gets washed down with force and it's been mostly envious to me, but somedays, like today I see past the facade.
still i watch them all strutting their stuff in their different Los Angeles styles the flashy flashy stylized iconic trend or the limo to the hollywood club or something hip and dirty and agree they look kinda beautiful in a cookie cutter catalog'd way but cannot help wonder where I went wrong how did I end up here in the midst of these gorgeous water bugs
Friday, April 20, 2007
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