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A Simple Request
by JR

Teach me the science of
giving up the ghost
around people who,
are capable of understanding much,
but know very little.

School me to adore folks
who go to art school
because they are lazy,
& won't admit it.

Show me the art
of loving women
who can't pump gas.

The kind with librarian
glasses they don't
need, or Diesel jeans,

the tag ripped off, with plenty
of scrawny ass crack to go
around, or go a round.

Teach me to smoke
a joint with them,
Pom-aid with them,

promenade with them,
sell hand-made shit
on Ebay with them,

get laid with them,
get sweaty & nasty
with girls who wear
hushpuppies,

to live on call for my seed,
my stomach, the temperature of
my pale ass like them -

can't be too warm,
or too cold - talking about
belt-buckles.

And LOVING it.

Teach me the science
of wanting only to be
adored, & not necessarily
respected.

And hurry up,
I'm getting bored.

They say, if you teach a man
to fish, you feed him for a day.

I say, if you take him to Red Lobster,
you might meet a waitress
with the bloodlines of a princess,

& nothing to prove to a world
she'd be too blind to recognize,
if it slapped her on the ass,
& told her it was her fault.

Or you might meet a server,
who thinks you don't deserve her,
with nothing to earn
but pocket-cash for dime-bags.

Teach me to listen to Democrats,
& self-proclaimed Daddy's girls,
& self-proclaimed geniuses,

playing dress-up at College, drinking,
mixing drinks, "hooking up,"
downloading Kazaa!

"Let me make you dinner.
Come play house with me."

Chameleons climb trees,
buy strange pets, &
post their pictures on the internet.

Teach me the science
of giving up on people who,
are capable of understanding much,
but mean very little,

even when they know they meant
to maybe mean a little bit
of what they thought they
might have meant, because

they maybe meant to say
something that was a bit
more meaningful, "Kazaa!"

Teach me to forgive their fits
of thinking they are thinking
for themselves.

It's hard to read so many books
& rock two doctors' genes,
when they don't even know
what half the words they're sayin' mean.