with real toads--d'Verse Poets Pub
She was the pride of the neighborhood,
sitting pretty on daddy's knee--
now she wonders how she got from there to here
when the world looked the same each day,
the changes like time-lapse photography.
But she's got a date with Jimmy tonight,
and everything's gonna be alright.
Bobby sox queen,
young boy's dream,
twistin' the night away
under the shadow of the red menace,
till queen of Camelot
sees it all blow up in her face...
the illusion that we are growing
toward something other than death quickly dispelled.
Doin' the frug and the monkey and the funky
chicken, while sacrificial lambs are led to slaughter...
the domino theory collapsing under its own weight
as overgrown boys play games with real men's lives.
But she's got a date with Jimmy tonight
and everything's gonna be alright.
Dirty dancing, disco inferno,
and win one for the Gipper--
slashing social programs like Jack The Ripper,
in the land of the free and the home of the Atlanta Braves.
Now, some of the men still stare,
but when she looks in the mirror
it's getting harder to save face...
it all went by in the blink of an eye,
from cold war to hot flashes.
But she's got a date...
Rumbling through the desert night,
Jimmy riding shotgun in the Pathfinder--
she stops along the back road,
and when she is ready, wraps her lips
around his shaft... and swallows.
"Jim Beam you're a HELL of a lover," she gasps,
then caps the bottle and sets him back onto the seat--
turns up the radio and begins to dance in the moonlight.
And somewhere in the night
the KILLER still wails GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!
and dreams of the budding nipples
of his child bride
as he slugs down a six pack of Ensure,
defiant till the bitter end.
She sways to the music and
the world goes rushing by as it always does--
but she is happy now...
thinking only of how this unbearable lightness of being
can be reconciled with a heavy heart.
