Meaningless Rhetoric - I

Give me a few drinks,

And I’ll tell you about my car,

And how hard it is to stay in style,

And all the while,

The tires are as worn

As the smile

I cannot fake.

I’ll tell you how

I got to where I am

And all about

The way I thought it was

And why I gave in

To the pleasures fleeting fast.

About the past,

You’ll hear it all,

The way it was before

The Fall.

The way I wanted it to be

And why I didn’t

Want to see

The way it is. 

What’s that?

We’ve met before?

Just a few more drinks

And I’ll find the door.

~ by Jennifer on May 16, 2008.