I fucking love Weezer,
But while listening to "Pinkerton,"
I realized all the songs are about love
One way or another.

It reminds me of my life.
It seems all of my conversations
Have become the following:
"So he said this, what do you think it means???!!!"
Or
"I really like him, but he hasn't called! SOB!"

WHY???

I'm 21 years old going on 40.
It's not like some sort of reproductive clock is ticking.

And the saddest thing of all
Is that the boys I meet
Aren't even that great.
I spend all my brainpower
Mentally turning their mullets
Into Brad Pitt style 'dos
When they're not.
So if they're not worth my time
Why do I obsess over them?

WHY???

I want to be asexual.
I have fabulous friends.
Why aren't they enough?
Why do I crave relationships that are crappy?
Why do I spend hours writing poems about love
In my little book?

It'd be so easy
To strip
Paint symbols on my naked breasts
Climb to the roof of my six-plex
And with tribal drums beating
And fires blazing,
Give a maniac laugh and scream
"I AM DONE!
NO MORE MEN!
NO MORE RELATIONSHIPS!
EVER!"

But Cynthia would laugh
And get a box of See's candy
And coax me down with it.

I'd put on my robe,
Crawl into bed,
And the next day,
I'd wake up bright and early.
Ready to face a long,
Obsessive
Relationship craving
Day.

06/04/2003

Posted on 06/08/2003
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