I was dragged here against my will,
Though these places aren't foreign to me.
The same hollow men with blazers on.
Women in dresses stare at the clock.
This is truly the worst.


Great, one's glaring at me.
Come on, I said "clock." I'm minding my own
"Aren't  you going to get me a drink?" she asks.
Was that a question or just a command?
I don't really understand women.


"I think you have the wrong man," I say.
See, I'm trying my hardest to leave alone.
She leans forward, begins to impose.
"What are you, gay?"
Arrogant's not my type.
What do you want me to say?

I watch her hand go for the glass.
She's not aware I've played this game
Too many times before.
So I catch her wrist and turn it back,
and water spills all over her.

A crowd of men pick me up.
The most glorious of strikes to the face
Sending me back to where I belong,
My comfortable couch I ride alone.
If that's the world, I'll just stay home.