Monday, April 14, 2003

Zelda at Home

It has become a bit monotonous
The who did what to whom of
Morning after poetry

And you weren’t really anything
All that write-home-about special
But at least now

It seems that one of us
might have been the right person
At the right time

And until I hear from you again
In what's sure to be some
Unfortunate midnight
Booty call of fate

I can take pride in knowing
That my car payment is not for naught
Sometimes mid-sized
American-made sedans
Are worth the investement

Somewhere Jimmy Hoffa
And a host of teamsters
Are very happy that their oil stained hands
Took a modicum of time
To install monochromatic
Unexciting
Seats in a car built for professors
And old ladies returning from the grocery