She Told Me What She Wanted Without the Head Game

"SHE TOLD ME WHAT SHE WANTED WITHOUT THE HEAD GAME" I poured myself a drink. I lit my cigar and hit the machine. after I finished with the poem, I sent it over to Janine. she read it and was direct: “I feel like I should be in a lot more of your poems.” I pulled the last poem from the typer and wrote about her. she makes me think of all the lovers I’ve had. had they just told me what they wanted, the bull-!@#$ would’ve been less than it was. it isn’t hard to figure out: tell Eddie what you want and you’ll get it. leave that “guess the emotion,” game for the immature. to all the ladies of my past, to all the women of my past, to all the bitches of my past, to all the whores of my past, learn from Janine. she accomplished what every whore has failed at: communication. I would call up every female from my past but would they understand? I think you know the answer. By: Chicano Eddie