She waits for me beyond this shower certain.
I could open it, and be anything I choose to be.
I could have stashed a box of chocolates behind the towels, and
rush into the bedroom with them, and a Hallmark.
Is it my rebellious sprit that has stopped me from behaving this way,
because I don’t want to be told this is the day I should express my love to her.
Could it be that I see her as more than a piece of meat, stepping into my trap so that I shall have my way with her on a prescribed day of the year.
I can’t stop myself from thinking of the saying “Give the people what they want”
But what if what they want is a stupid idea created by Madison Avenue profiteers.
Yeah, well anyway, there’s a box of chocolates, a Hallmark, a bouquet of flowers, a heart shaped necklace, and a cute little bear that does a dance and sings "it’s ladies night" waiting for her. Yes I am a sell out, and I will not try to disguise it with a maybe. When they bring me up on charges for being a conformist, they’ll use that against me. My only defense will be… “It made me feel so damn good to see my baby smile.”