A true account of a couple sitting next to me in a coffee shop. She's the girl I always wanted, but could never approach. He's the asshole who approached her.
her best friend's a fairy
she don't like Moe, Curly, or Larry
she likes candle wax and lithographs
of the Virgin Mary
She's never owned a television
her livingroom's a hippy prison
full of wine, wicker, and plastic beads
And four editions
of the Norton Anthology
She's the kind of chick
who'd never like me
yet she flips for her professor
of Vedic philosophy -
A one-armed Indian
twice her age
who thinks socks and sandals
are all the rage
He speaks in parables
and reeks of sweat
and thinks she might be
the best one yet
Poetry by Alistair Adkinson
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Written on 2008-03-13 at 19:31
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The Best One Yet
Her armpits are hairyher best friend's a fairy
she don't like Moe, Curly, or Larry
she likes candle wax and lithographs
of the Virgin Mary
She's never owned a television
her livingroom's a hippy prison
full of wine, wicker, and plastic beads
And four editions
of the Norton Anthology
She's the kind of chick
who'd never like me
yet she flips for her professor
of Vedic philosophy -
A one-armed Indian
twice her age
who thinks socks and sandals
are all the rage
He speaks in parables
and reeks of sweat
and thinks she might be
the best one yet
Poetry by Alistair Adkinson
Read 334 times
Written on 2008-03-13 at 19:31
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