popsadie
Acrobat
Driven by three dollar burgers
philosophy, alcohol and a love of our own voices
We were strange fruit in a dingy bowl
Our pontifications on Nietzsche and Augustine
mixed with soft rumba tones
blasting through the loud speaker
I sipped my martini
Let my tongue roll the cherry
clockwise/ counterclockwise
A blue-eyed bartender shot me a smile
Four months and ten thousand words later
I finally understood Freud.
philosophy, alcohol and a love of our own voices
We were strange fruit in a dingy bowl
Our pontifications on Nietzsche and Augustine
mixed with soft rumba tones
blasting through the loud speaker
I sipped my martini
Let my tongue roll the cherry
clockwise/ counterclockwise
A blue-eyed bartender shot me a smile
Four months and ten thousand words later
I finally understood Freud.