Prestige
Posted: January 11th, 2011, 11:11 am
My poems can't get me
a reservation at Chez Lunatique
not even that dirty little table
in the basement with the black widow
tablecloth and the ratback chairs
I can't trade a few poems
with Officer Deadpan with his
mirrored shades & pearl inlay billy club
for that speeding ticket he's waving in my face
with those stubby white fingers either
My poems are useless for securing
a stash of peanut butter and jelly
from the local supermarket or
bribing the state worker to pass my
'78 Roadhog Deluxe with the Fogomatic
transmission down at the Emissions
Testing and Condemning Facilty, but
I never slop about in the sty of my pity
for there are numerous young women
from the Art Institute that think I'm Deep,
sneak me up to their dorm rooms
for exclusive midnight readings.
a reservation at Chez Lunatique
not even that dirty little table
in the basement with the black widow
tablecloth and the ratback chairs
I can't trade a few poems
with Officer Deadpan with his
mirrored shades & pearl inlay billy club
for that speeding ticket he's waving in my face
with those stubby white fingers either
My poems are useless for securing
a stash of peanut butter and jelly
from the local supermarket or
bribing the state worker to pass my
'78 Roadhog Deluxe with the Fogomatic
transmission down at the Emissions
Testing and Condemning Facilty, but
I never slop about in the sty of my pity
for there are numerous young women
from the Art Institute that think I'm Deep,
sneak me up to their dorm rooms
for exclusive midnight readings.