"Where you wanna meat?
Oh you don't eat meat...
So where do you want to meet?
Text me a time and a street."
Nowadays it seems like single women want
Me to take them to a nice restaurant
Don't get me wrong cuisine is my thing,
I sing when getting dressed for such an evening
But part of the allure is getting to know you Girl,
Who are you saving your nightcap for?
You don't have to "put out" or kiss me goodnight
But these restaurants should be leading us Somewhere right?
What, Women stopped saying "No" to unwanted dates?
Wait, you don't like me like that but you could use a Plate?
Free meals? Is that a thing now?
It is!.............wow
My favorite pastime has become my undoing
Cuz we all gotta eat right? With or without the screwing
Bits and slits of fantasy illuminates the chewing
The hope and slope of something real, Are we not pursuing?
No, the game has evolved into an edible ugly,
It's not the money being spent that troubles me
Bring on the entrees, desserts, and Boba Tea
But don't order off the menu like you want me,
And don't select restaurants with ambiance
If the goal is only to consume
Than meet me at McDonald's in the afternoon
YOU ARE READING
MY little BROWN BOOK
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I wrote in an attempt to highlight moments of my past. People used to have a little black book they kept numbers and addresses of people they were involved with or interested in. So I decided to share some entries from...
