There was a tender feeling within me
That felt real exposed when the band played “Minors”
And they’d hit that nerve, real good.
I could only sway to the rhythms
Of the bass and synthesizer.
I’d fucked it all up.
I knew I would fuck it all up
And I still couldn’t stop myself
And it didn’t matter if she was wrong for me
From the jump.
To keep this incredibly hot piece of ass
I was acting outside myself
Like a third stringer thrust into the super bowl
The day of the game.
Compromising my integrity
Degrading myself to unsuccessfully
Maintain a warm naked body for the Fall and Winter
And maybe the duration of my dwindling youth.
I couldn’t stop myself from listening to my penis
And I couldn;t stop my heart from
Blindly following along.
II. The next morning a student
Asked me if I went to the show.
“Yes, I did.” I said.
He and his friend leaned in.
“ Well, how was it?” THey asked.
“Let me put it like this. It was the feeling of making
Out with that really hot chick at the party.”
THey both groaned in unison.
“We missed out didn;t we?”
“Yeah” I smiled.
It was a pretty good show man.
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