Broken hearts on Sunday afternoons
and cold cereal schooldays
are among the least likely to be voted
All-American Favorite Day.
In a town of two thousand-
one stoplight,
and a half doze church ladies'
breaths on your neck,
lazy times call for lazy measures.
Don't bring me down to that level.
The one made of broken Coke bottle eyeglasses,
where all you can see
is the obvious crack in society.
Now that the family car can have a fully integrated
entertainment system,
and I can no longer love anyone I meet,
it is time to rest my feather duster figure
as well as remove my finger prints from the bodies
of go-go dancers.
(Copyright~rebelgirl2001)
