No girl ever meant more than booze
Spend a night with them then you’ll lose
Slippin out quick-out the back door
She wadn’t right for ya if she left
All she was a dirty theft
I want a real girl, blonde with legs up to her chin
That’s how ya know you really win
I want a brunette with library glasses
Not a rich bitch from the upper classes
Problem is I don’t attract the good girls
I get all the bad ones, all the gold diggers
Bring the wrong drink; they’ll pull the gun triggers
I want a girl and need her
Heart-stopping hundred-three degree fever
wow i knew you were a dirtbag; but this sets it over the top. who do you think you are writing about woman in such a demeaning manner.
ReplyDeleteInteresting perspective, alex, but i don't agree with the way that you describe women. When you are talking about a woman that you would like in the future, calling some a bitch will not help your cause.
ReplyDeletealex u have a talent for the obscure and obscene and this fits the ticket. enjoyed how you portray of the human population as nothing more than booze. great thinking. :D
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ReplyDeleteHmmm, Alex, I am going to assume that you took on another voice/persona for this burden poem. Being a woman, I don't like the message of the lyrics. Looking at the poetic merit...you do use a colloquial voice and have sort of a rhyme scheme and a little imagery/figurative language.
ReplyDeleteMaybe persue a career as a lyricist for rap musicians.
its like some weak underground immortal technique. i love it though. i feel your meaning and style
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