My 3am Wake Up Call

You’re a 3AM Wake up call With another sob story About the latest boy Who pumped you Then dumped you And left you In a sweaty lonely pile Upon another Empty bed And you cry Baby girl tears All over my phone And you wonder why handsome Boys With shining white teeth With full heads of curly black hair With six-pack stomachs And tight muscular Rear ends Can not be more like Mature Older Men “Just like you,” Baby girl says “Just like you.” And you cry Baby girl tears All over my phone And you wonder why reckless Boys Who party all night Who down countless vodka shots Who shout “muthafukka,” “dude,” "beotch," And other raucous Victory chants Can not be more like Mature Older Men “Just like you,” Baby girl says “Just like you.” You want me to empathize You want me to criticize The nasty boys Who took you for another Cruel and pointless ride You want me to father you In a way he never did But I’m sorry Baby girl I’m sorry I can’t Because I admire and envy those Boys In the prime of their life Not yet defeated Not yet haunted Not yet beaten By the disappointments that Await They are a national treasure A precious resource From the exuberant crude shouts of Irrational wild boys Come the builders of shelter The providers of sustenance The conquerors of enemies The explorers of frontiers From the exuberant crude shouts of Irrational boys Come the daring adventurers The first one into the burning house The last one out of the burning house The one still standing when everybody else Fled From the insatiable loins of such Irrational wild boys Come the fierce wild girls Who dance insanely upon tables Who run naked through the streets Who make love without limits In open fields Upon damp grass All through the night From the insatiable loins of such Irrational wild boys Come the fierce wild girls Who cat-fight for their lover Who kill for their children Who wail passionately for their dead From such boys Baby girl From such boys You were born into the world My crazy baby girl You were born into the world Like father, like daughter And if I could be that young wild boy Again The one that you hate And love In such a maniacal way It would be an honor to be with you An honor to hold you An honor to love you Until my dying day.