Shag Carpet - WHY?

Sick on the brink of a new lurk for kicks

A true new low for the old pone to fix

Mood hyped, teen night, over at the roller rink

Rehearsing slow lewd winks, nude, at the men’s room sink, ya’ll

Evil, pink, small, lesser, surly, and lurid

Open girlies for leisure, never not where the youth is

Son, the putrid things I’ve done for purely my pleasure?

It’s horrid

Surely at 30-plus it must seem untoward

Dirty stories untold

Mass nasty sex in the dorms

Don’t ask me when I was born

Less known is best come morn'

Yes, you’d never guess, but in this form I’m a mess

And with this heavy chest I can’t rest

What’s your name?

So I put the porn in a poem to confess and atone

I address the past and ask why I’m alone

In a torn tone I preach peace and poor from the pulpit

But at home, Jack Kennedy sheaths and shag carpet

Purchased parkas from Marshalls at ridiculous markups

Out at farmer’s markets and high thread count garments

And on FourSquare this morning, like an old yoga yuppie

I checked in at Krogers in a gold pullover toga like «fuck it»

What’s your name?

I use the first person cause it sounds more urgent

But the truth is I probably knew myself less than you did

I’m so lonesome that I’d let you take me out

If you looked like my ex-girlfriend or Zooey Deschanel

But heed this honey, even if I beg for relations

You should try to only keep me as a distant acquaintance

Yeah, but I’m too persistent for that to work

And what’s worse is when you finally fall asleep

I’m gonna go through your purse

What’s your name?