Hooter's Girls
HOOTERS GIRLS
Sherry I love the shine in your eyes
you're just the trimming for burgers and fries,
old men pretending not to watch you,
dreaming of things they shouldn't do.
I know Maria, your eyes are sad
I'm not the man who has hurt you so bad,
he bought a tee shirt from you one day
but then threw that tee shirt away.
Beautiful Angie, you could reach me,
but I'm pretending what I'll never be;
kings have sent armies marching to war
just thinking you're worth dying for.
Burgers and fries and watered down beer,
it's not the dining that's bringing us here,
it's just the company, when you smile,
that helps us pretend for a while.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestowqn Poet
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