there is a little man
in my mouth and he’s saying,
“hey little girl
get the fuck out of this
little boy’s face;
he’s seen too much
of little girls like you lyin’
to keep themselves drinkin’
in a bar like this.”
the girl cries
and the little man scorns,
“cut the crododile tears, will ya?”
there’s a woman next to me
saying, while drinking scotch,
“tape that mouth of yours.
your little man is supposed to
get you in trouble
like getting a chick
knocked up, or fucked up,
or get you cheating on your wife
(you probably have one,
or you wouldn’t be in a bar
to avoid her)
but that’s the little man
that’s supposed to get bigger
in your pants
when you see a little T & A,
not him”,
she pointed a finger
at my gums.
the little man
blew a fart on it.
“listen cunt-”
,the little man said,
“-a man’s gots to do
what a man’s got to do
and screwin’ bitches like you
is not what he’s-”
,he grabbed my bottom lip,
” -gonna be doin’.
you see, this boy here
he’s got promise and hope
and a college education
plus a career to boot
somethin’ you losers
know nothin’ about.
he is kind of stupid,
still wet behind the ears
endin’ up in places
like this, can’t help it, he’s a man
with all sorts of crazy ideas
and some maturin’ yet to do-”
,and he stood at the edge
of my teeth and screamed,
“so get the fuck out of here
you sad gold diggin’
model posin’ tired ass
good for nothin’ but a smile
and a fuck for the experience
of some unknown as-of-yet S T D
visit at the clinic.
take that face of yours
that’s been lifted
one-too-many-times
outta here
with the rest
of your sleazy self.”
the woman threw her drink
in my face and left
as the little man in my mouth laughed
and then,
after a few minutes
,burped.