I Did Not Play the Game Right
What is your philosophy on Dali?
I love him. Let’s have a tenderloin.
Actually, I wanted to have a brainy discussion of some sort.
I wanted to use some elongated, snobbish words on you first.
I begin twirling about, refusing to spend one more time on a bench.
I am dancing a Scottish Reel, yelling words that might be Scottish.
Heck, they might be Russian or Mexican for all I know.
I am low-brow, and glad of it.
He runs off, screaming, for I did not play the game right.
The art of dating.
Never got it.
Never will….
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