absense of rancor

[saw]

I'd love to explain myself
but give me a break, that
would be impossible, it would presume
that I have all the answers

I'm not complaining mind you
my life has been charmed, what
do I mean ?....it's just, I've been told
to fuck off by some of the most beautiful

intelligent women on the planet, and I am
truly grateful for that because the lack there of
means a reticulated pit of nothingness, hell
I'd rather be a victim of mutability

i'm not afraid of my comeuppance
I can't be codified, only modified
ever gently 'cause even if you put mascara
and lipstick on that dog of mine

it's still a butt-ugly hound, c'mon
it's my only offer 'cause I'm long in the tooth
and short on spare change, don't really want
to battle over the stuff that should be easy

I'll save a little muscle for the picket line
but conquer most of my differences
with a tourniquet of applied love
so let me pour you a drink, let me

read you a poem, let me be that hip novelty
that playful matrix, that sexual concord
the treatise that establishes a groovy place,
you can't wait to come visit

[stilltrucking]

Not the love song of J. Alfred Prufrock.

[dadio]

Oh, yes, fine poem.

[the mingo]

Hell yeah, Mongolia & the ponies they rode the hell in on