See ya
Justify your black bowtie
and your skin thin blonde
with cherry lips
and corn straw hair.
Think you’re a big shot
you grounded rocket man?
Shooting for the stars
and landing in petunias
Don’t you remember that magical place?
With the lemon shrimp platter?
Doesn’t it matter?
At all to you?
Well have fun with your zombie model
and your dulled conversations.
Your jokes were never funny,
but she’ll laugh like I never would.
And I hope a pigeon craps
on your fine pinstriped suit.
Carefully dry cleaned.
For Her.
