poem of the day 12.19.13

the girl reading lolita

don’t bat those

thirteen year-old eyes at me

and say pretty please

because i won’t let you hang around here

until the last minute

but it’s cold outside you say

doing a marilyn monroe dip

tell you what

i’ll see your nabokov

and raise you my apathy

let’s be honest, sweetheart

if this were 1987

you and i on the same playing field

you wouldn’t look twice my way

trust me

i know

i’ve been there and back

so take your old man fetish elsewhere

stop with the cutesy act

while you’re waving that book around

because i think your comprehension skills are for shit

and yeah i know

thirteen year-old boys aren’t worth it to you

right now

but you’ll get no quarter here either

and if you don’t believe me

i could introduce you to

dozens of forty year-old women

who are just as unsatisfied as you

so stop asking me

if i like chess

or if i like lady gaga

or if i like my job

because the answer is no on all accounts, kid

and that pouty face you got going

as i try to usher you out into the bleak december night

save it for the fry cook at mcdonald’s

because you and i are done

with this song and dance

plus you got math homework tonight

i got a bottle of crown royal at home

little miss

and more years of regret to sift through

then you’ve barely clocked in

on this unforgiving planet.