12 September 2005

we could have been americana

we could have gone to mcdonalds and
had french fries no mayo
made love in back seats
steam the windows all up
“no officer—my father is a preacher”
we could have laid in grass up to ankles
listened to American pie
drinking jack daniels from the bottle
hey lets get platonic
no kissing (below the belt)
until you pin me (down)

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