It's in the wee hours at Denny's, and I'm at table five,
Pondering without her, what's the use to be alive?
My life is full of emptiness, my heart full of dispair,
blacker than my eyeliner, I'm bluer than my hair.
For what use on this mortal strand to wander so alone,
I would start a gothic band, but I've no microphone
Even this denied to me, I wallow in my angst
and a double order of twisty fries, for which I grunt my thanks
the waiter, Manny, stares at me and my pierc-ed nostril
I glare back and grit my teeth, in a manner hostile
No one understands but she. No one else is able.
Oh, there she is at table three. I was at the wrong dang table.
2007-01-16
08:00:43
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