zoe fairweather
I don’t do drugs but
I pop my collar.
Blue jeans and clown shoes.
The good old fashioned kind of rocker.
Elvis Presley sex appeal and
Springsteen blue-collar.
The girls against the barricades
Start feeling real improper.
A line of hot chicks loop around the block.
“Ooh Baby!” the manic hoard hollers.
They scream and shout until they pass out.
Somebody call the doctor.
In this case I’ll be no help,
See I’m a mind not a body scholar.
“Sorry ladies, maybe next week”
I don’t have sex but I pop my collar.
When she wants to get up close
My bodyguards will stop her.
And if she does she’ll smell sandalwood.
You can bet your bottom dollar.
I swing my lanky legs off the barstool.
Just a glass of milk for this nightcrawler.
I’d never drink alcohol
But I will pop my collar.
fresh ær! ✈
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