When I meet them,
this is what I would say;
“if he won’t, then another man will.”
Over a table with drinks,
I would lash out;
“if he does, I wouldn’t have to wonder.”
When I meet them at a bar we went to,
over a table with beers you used to drink,
I would dance with them,
whisper to myself,
“**** him.”
I wish I'd utter that in a different context.
But you would wish it harder soon.
Make sure you still remember how to pray.
While I go out with my new island friends,
as full and drunk as a horse in a hay,
from midnight to daybreak,
guitar strings for hair,
I will eat this cake.