Our first date you took me to eat gumbo At a seafood place And I threw up.
Maybe it was a warning Maybe it was food poisoning Either way, I stayed Because loving you was not rocket science But it wasn't easy either.
Our second date you took me to the zoo And as I glanced at the black and white stripes That wrapped around every zebra, I thought Hey. Sometimes you're only black or white Always seeing Always being one way or another And never in between It wasn't fair to me.
Maybe I should have left right then and there. In the end, I stayed Why did I stay? Because loving you was not rocket science But hell, it wasn't easy either.
Our third date you took me to the moon. Metaphorically of course Not literally Because.. how could we? Anyway, you took me to the moon and back And baby, it was a blast. Fires raging Speeds changing My heart racing as quickly as one possibly could.
The fourth date proved that loving you Was more like rocket science than it was easy.
By the fifth and final date Our flames had faded away. All that was left was black smoke And a bright, white light that I walked into Because I knew that it was my time to leave you.
I go to this cute, little venue every Wednesday to listen and sometimes perform slam poetry. This last Wednesday was wonderful and before the event ended, the host asked poets to go up on stage to do some ad libbing after the audience said three words. The words were gumbo, science, and zebras.. so this is what I got.