super pretty poet boy
writing poems just for fun
writing poems to annoy
writing poems for no-one
drinking like a fish tonight
goldfish eyes no memory
drinking like a fish tonight
blowing bubbles endlessly
wonder what you're writing there
weaving wisps of fantasy
pouting out the window
looking anywhere - just not at me
almost all my wine gone now
the girls can't take their eyes off you
super pretty poet boy
you're doing what i used to do
you're going where i used to go
and being what i used to be
and everything i tell you now
is nothing but pure fantasy
is nothing but a tired game
i play to while away the years
i risked it all and lost - i hope
your luck is better than my fears
your face is prettier than mine
your poetry - no doubt - is too
i sit and pickle in my wine
and wonder what the hell to do
o super pretty poet boy
o super camp and superfly
i've nothing for you but a smile
a closet tear in my eye
so - full of drink - i tried to talk
but you just pouted - walked away
o super pretty poet boy
so right. so wrong. so. what the hey...
Little Black Book by Wayne Myers