One Dollar BillsAround eleven I pull up under the bright florescent lights Roll up the window and lock the door of my little Chevy On my sore feet I wander up to the glass door Behind the counter is the sleepy night shift clerk Who's waiting on other weary and worn down workersOne Dollar Bills
I wrench open my bloated red leather wallet And flip one, two, three, four, George Washington's Flipping more and more like I'm dealing cards I murmur ten on nine with eyelids drooping
Yeah, I'm a handler of ones One could assume I'm either a
Gambler, stripper, server, or bartender Maybe I'm all fou
Sixteen's CrashTires run a joyous path On the bright freedom highway Listening to a friend's laugh The perfect Independence DaySixteen's Crash
I basked in the wonders of mobility As a foot pedal tears me away very fast From second thoughts on my ability Storefronts and sidewalks zoom right past
Soon I wait to cross a four lane stream Anxiously glancing behind at the pile Hesitantly I pull into a rushing dream Just trying to take my turn in the file
Time stands still and the world is a hush The clock winds up and I find my car crushed
Nothing I Can DoJose is leaving and there is nothing I can do. Even if I stare cutely up at him, he will leave. Even if I kiss him until his lips turn numb, he will have to break away. I can try to keep him here. I can whisper in his ear and trace it with my tongue. I can bite my lower lip and flash eyes of mischief. But there is no point in seduction other than fleeting pleasure. It won't make him stay. I can sit on the bed, pout and whine. My arms can wrap around, hold him in a hug, to try to never let him go, but he will pry us apart. Drip drop will go my tears, but he will have to sadly turn away. Chasing him out the door won't work. I might as well justNothing I Can Do
Sleepy Summer in the South
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Jae out. (
(Maid Cafe's are pretty much anime Hooter's.)
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