Going to the men’s room
at the TLA
and seeing graffiti
over the urinal:
“Suzie Slater gives
Long conversation.”
and I’m thinking
that would be a great title
for a Frank Zappa song
but since Frank is dead
it’s up to me to write a poem
but I was thinking
about the ramifications
of such a poem
Everyone would want to know
who is Suzie Slater
and I would start off
telling the truth
I would let everyone know
that it was graffiti
on a bathroom wall
that I thought would make
a great title for a poem
but it would get annoying
after awhile
and I would get bored
with the reality
that’s when I would start lying
and changing things around
and stretching the truth
just a wee little bit
10 years from now
Suzie Slater will be
my ex-wife
and there’ll be
a whole drawn out sob story
about how she dumped me
It’s like a game
of whispering down the line:
by the time you get
to the end of the line
it’s entirely different
a few white lies never hurt
and blowing the situation
out of proportion
is a classic American trait
real life is dull enough
There’s o need
for my fantasy life
to be just as dull
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delightful
a delightful poem
thank you. glad you enjoyed
thank you. glad you enjoyed it