a product disclaimer for myself |
watch that barstool i refuse to slip on the mask most likely to meet with approval in a woman's eye- i'm not talkin' about bell bottoms, cowboy hats, or co-ed naked t-shirts, here; i mean i will not spend one instant trying to prove my value, or hide my stripes; my package definitely does not fit into normal-sized containers. yeah, and i refuse to hang out in the shallows, it's straight to the deep end for me; so...it's a rare female who stays on the bar stool next to me for more than a sentence, but occasionally some poor spinning butterfly perches close to my flame, and all hell breaks loose. because i refuse to lie about the lives i've been through; i have seen the sun rise, and the sun set, at the same time and i have a vision of the world, which i can clearly describe, and a knack for mad laughter. no, i may not be easy, but i will not put you to sleep; and i have also learned, about respect, and how to give and take; i refuse to let you snooze, and if i will take you home with me, to see if you will melt and if, together, we might make an alloy of our desire, might throw some karmic fuel on the fire, and watch ourselves burn; then i will also advise against repeating that mistake, so that next time you might learn to watch out where you sit, and whose flame you seek. |