For a second, she looks at me as if...
or am I deceived by the mama bear
really, I could be handsome in her eyes
as if I were a good person, a whiff
say of Z by Ermenegildo Zegna
even in my Lululemon, I fare
close to second in style, her husband cries
out to make way to their children in tow
not that I am not patient, Sardegna
does that name suit you, exotic beauty
sucker that I am for blue eyes, I pass
however confident in my duty
emblematic of one never so crass
licensed to chill, ice bucket wheel barrow
organic apples and ripe bananas
obtained at the grocery store, pity
kindness, an old man in need of a hug
see me, in my pocket, sixteen annas
as if I were ethical and honest
truly impossible in the city
maybe if I were just a lady bug
even a doctor or a lawyer, no
ambition to get ahead without rest
suffer the emptiness within sorrow
internal/external dichotomy
fraught with passion, beg, steal, even borrow
old man without a tracheotomy
reasonable to say you never know
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