"
As I go to the escalator
A young fellow and a lovely young girl
Are ahead of me.
Her pants, her blouse are skin-tight.
As we ascend, she rests one foot
On the step above and her behind
Assumes a fascinating shape.
The young man looks all around he appears worried,
He looks at me.
I look away.
No, young man, I am not looking,
I am not looking at your girl's behind.
Don’t worry, I respect her and I respect you.
In fact, I respect everything; the flowers that grow, young women,
Children, all the animals, our precious complicated universe, everyone and everything.
I sense that the young man now feels better and I am glad for him.
I know his problem: the girl has a mother, a father, maybe a sister or a brother,
And undoubtedly a bunch of unfriendly relatives
And she likes to dance and flirt and she like to go to the movies and sometimes
She talks and chews at the same time and
She enjoys really dumb TV shows and she thinks she's a budding actress and she
Doesn’t always look so good and has a
Terrible temper and sometimes she almost goes crazy
And she can talk for hours on the telephone and she wants to go to Europe some summer soon
And she wants you to buy her a near-new Mercedes and she's in love with
Mel Gibson and her mother is a
Drunk and her father is a racist
And sometimes when she drinks too much she
Snores and she's often cold in bed and
She has a guru, a guy who met Christ
In the desert in 1978, and she wants to be a dancer and she's unemployed and she
Gets migraine headaches every time she
Eats sugar or cheese.
I watch him take her up
The escalator, his arm
Protectively about her waist, thinking he's
Lucky,
Thinking he's a real special guy,
Thinking that nobody in the world has
What he has.
And he's right, terribly
Terribly right, his arm around
That warm bucket of
Intestine,
Bladder,
Kidneys,
Lungs,
Salt,
Sulphur,
Carbon dioxide
And
Phlegm.
Lotsa
Luck
"
As I go to the escalator
A young fellow and a lovely young girl
Are ahead of me.
Her pants, her blouse are skin-tight.
As we ascend, she rests one foot
On the step above and her behind
Assumes a fascinating shape.
The young man looks all around he appears worried,
He looks at me.
I look away.
No, young man, I am not looking,
I am not looking at your girl's behind.
Don’t worry, I respect her and I respect you.
In fact, I respect everything; the flowers that grow, young women,
Children, all the animals, our precious complicated universe, everyone and everything.
I sense that the young man now feels better and I am glad for him.
I know his problem: the girl has a mother, a father, maybe a sister or a brother,
And undoubtedly a bunch of unfriendly relatives
And she likes to dance and flirt and she like to go to the movies and sometimes
She talks and chews at the same time and
She enjoys really dumb TV shows and she thinks she's a budding actress and she
Doesn’t always look so good and has a
Terrible temper and sometimes she almost goes crazy
And she can talk for hours on the telephone and she wants to go to Europe some summer soon
And she wants you to buy her a near-new Mercedes and she's in love with
Mel Gibson and her mother is a
Drunk and her father is a racist
And sometimes when she drinks too much she
Snores and she's often cold in bed and
She has a guru, a guy who met Christ
In the desert in 1978, and she wants to be a dancer and she's unemployed and she
Gets migraine headaches every time she
Eats sugar or cheese.
I watch him take her up
The escalator, his arm
Protectively about her waist, thinking he's
Lucky,
Thinking he's a real special guy,
Thinking that nobody in the world has
What he has.
And he's right, terribly
Terribly right, his arm around
That warm bucket of
Intestine,
Bladder,
Kidneys,
Lungs,
Salt,
Sulphur,
Carbon dioxide
And
Phlegm.
Lotsa
Luck
"
Comments
Post a Comment