I want to take you out
to a fancy restaurant with
a hostess who looks at us funny
since I’m dressed so casual and tells
the waiter to make sure we pay.
You could order whatever you want,
probably you’ll just get a salad which
I’ll tease you about but secretly thank
god since my bank account is nearly
vanished. I’d get a steak, I spoil
myself even though I’m
supposed to be spoiling you.
The steak would be red, not like
a cardinal, but more like a good scar.
I’d let you order desert
and nibble off your plate, people watch
and make fun of some guy with a bad
toupee. I’d ask you if you love me,
but I’d be to scared to know the answer.
Instead I’d peek up over some hot fudge
doused dessert at you. You’d ask to
pay but I’d say no it was fine,
wondering why I have to be a gentlemen
and how I’m going to afford
a 20 pack of Budweiser bottles now.

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