CrucifiedSunday.mp3

Crucified by a pretty young girl
For nothing more than glancing her
direction
How graceful is youth
She reveals the truth with a dour look
She
looks right through me like I’m not even there
You can do that when you’re
young and beautiful
See you in 20 years, my dear
After the gears of time have
ground your dreams to sand
You wake up one day to find that everything you
believed was wrong
You find wrinkles and sags in all the wrong places
Finally
you’ll have to listen to that tiny voice in your head
Telling you that you’re
only human
Hopefully then you’ll have learned
That in the absence of
perfection it’s compassion that you lack
Maybe then you’ll be able to give me
my smile back.

Forty pounds over my fighting weight
I’m still the same guy
I used to be
Years of hurt have taken off the rough edges
Leaving me sad and
tired
I used to think I was a tough guy
Til I came up against a dark haired
beauty
five foot zero an even hundred pounds
It still aches right here where
she used to kiss me
And here where she used to tell me that she loves me
And
here where she put a hole right through me
It’s kind of funny after all I’ve
been through
That such a frail little flower could bring me to my knees
But
butterflies are most beautiful free
That broken heart took the fight right out
of me.

Maybe I’m just your average white guy
I used to think I was
special
I still like to listen to old Jazz
And make up stories about
strangers at the table next to me
I used to wait for that girl I love
To
change her mind and come back to me
I hope she’s happy wherever she is
I hope
he treats her like his queen.

Me, I get the same old bullshit again and
again.
The girls like to bait you in
They act like they are interested in
the guy
But really they seem to be interested
In another opportunity to
shoot a man down.
I asked out a bank teller the other day
She seemed to take
great relish
In telling me no
I had handed her my name and number
written
on a piece of paper
As soon as she said no I knew I’d missed a great
opportunity
To write another message on the back
So when she flipped it over
she’d see
“I have a gun
keep your hands where I can see them
don’t look
alarmed
fill the bag with money.”
Armed robbers get mad chicks
Good guys
finish last

I knew a guy once who was a real hard case
Treated women like
absolute shit
Played around on them
Fucked with their heads
The women really
seemed to be excited by that
Sick little twists- he really pulled them in
I
caught him on the day after his first date with a new girl
I asked him how he
liked her
He shot me this crooked smile
Winked and said
“I like her a
lot
Man- she can really take a punch.”
I refrained from pointing out the
hard fast rule
That roofies and duct tape never constitute a proper first
date

I spend my nights alone with the city
Deteriorating, crumbling
Right
along with it
It’s an unfriendly place where we keep our heads down and try to
not make eye contact
They don’t get me- they don’t even want me-
I’ve got
news for them
I don’t get me either
Just another piece of flotsam in a sea of
ineptitude
Thousands of people crowd the city streets
They ignore me so
well
Sometimes I think I’m invisible
Riding my skateboard on Kapiolani at
midnight
I see this young girl about old enough to go to her senior
prom
Walking the streets like an alley cat
Really strutting her stuff
She
had a pair of legs and she knew how to use them
I got her attention when I
barked out a crude laugh
Like I’d coughed up a bad excuse that had got caught
in my throat
It had crossed my mind that a betting man
Might put five bucks
on whether or not she was wearing Hello Kitty
under her Tokyo Schoolgirl
miniskirt
She gives me a strange backwards glance
When I ask her how much it
would cost me
To get her to go grocery shopping with me
And help me do my
laundry
And maybe go to a movie
Apparently old punks on skateboards
Weren’t
figured into her marketing analysis.



I come home to an empty
house
Two cats and a roommate
The cats don’t annoy me with small talk
The
roommate doesn’t piss on the carpet.
I’d like to be able to tell you
That I
get lots of play with the ladies
But I was apparently cursed at birth
With an
honesty that is unappealing
I’ve been told I give it all up too quickly
That
women like mystery, unpeeling you layer by layer
I won’t blow smoke up your
ass
I won’t laugh at your jokes if they aren’t funny
I will tell you how
beautiful you are
But you’ll laugh and roll your eyes
And go with the guys
that’ll tell you lies
Leaving me and these fucking cats
Who can’t tell me
where all the pussy is at.

CrucifiedSunday.mp3