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Chasing tail

on a good day

nothing else

gets in the way,

but when

I’m left with my self

I tend to get in the mood to play,

cops and robbers

dogs and cats

angry crowds & eager thirsty Dj,

in the desperate need

to play the hero

and get an honest hooray,

then I wear my

communism hard hat

and I want everyone to obey,

but then a pretty bull fighting dancer

who wants to challenge

gets in my face and hollers “oley”,

tells me their not trying to run

they’ll stand right there

and just carefully survey,

because there’s something

that I’m doing that seems

just way too funny…

me not being too sure

on how to take it

doesn’t know if its worth to tolerate,

so I stay on my toes

and throw her over my shoulders

like some sort of sashay,

she thinks I’m being kinky

takes it for four play

and says not on the first date,

not knowing it was flirtation

advised I don’t mix my dessert

with my main entrée,

I chased

my own tale

and then she went away,

so even with a walk off

it’s still not so bad

of a day,

just a little note to self

never bring a snack

to the buffet

label me

a sinner

a hard-headed bastard since a beginner

someone who wont stop until he is crowned as the victor

always testing my luck yelling “winner-winner chicken dinner”

until I hit a wall and I start all over, way simpler

a thinker

a dreamer

a master plan schemer

when I cant do it on my own, I become a humble and loyal double team-er

and if can’t be done at all, I know not, what to think

my hopes are set too high, to ever be, limiting

a christian hypocrite, in the process of being, a better me

I don’t know what you want to call it, but go ahead, and label me