When she has her own
Oasis and it’s not you,
what are you good for?
When she has her own
Oasis and it’s not you,
My neighbor told me
to go to hell. I think I’ll
go to church instead
There are folks you want
to share things with. Their snarky
remarks prevent you.
When you become much
too worried about things, you
can’t see or enjoy.
Another man’s voice
droans through her headphones. There’s no
time for pillow talk.
Now I know how a
leper feels is not a great
country western song.
When you start to get /
second guessed about all you/
You’re gone. I’m left here,
ashamed, knowing in your pain,
I avoided you.
You know what to do?
Then run the plot line and just
leave out the fight scenes.
She begs: “Take me to
It’ly!” I do. She then sits,
alone, with her phone.