(A guy told me today with total confidence that for women, men are a dime a dozen. That has never been my experience which inspired me to pen this piece.)
I could have collected empty soda cans
from the side of the road and cashed them in
They were worth five cents apiece back then
I only needed two for that dime to buy
a dozen men’s time and attention
sparing myself those Saturday nights
wasting away in my room reading
as I listened to old records or the radio
or sitting at a table alone as other girls
danced held in the arms of a guy
I didn’t know they had purchased
for less than a single penny
I could have had a whole harem
if in the winter I had shoveled snow
I had nothing else to do and nowhere to go
She said she was interested...
She said she was single...
Turns out neither was true except for...
Money to pay for her shallow appearance,
her nails,
her yoga lessons,
her kickboxing lessons,
her makeup addiction to hide from the world her true nature.
Her definition of single and broke is vastly different from mine.
and not one mention... of the wellfare of her child over her own.
Buy 6, get 1 free, 5 for $8, what a great sale!
Spent more, save more, bargains galore to reap and bale.
Buy more than you need in gluttony's holy grail
You'll drink more, eat more, when fridge stashed with cheese and ale
When larder stocked so full the shelves begin to fail
You've been hoodwinked by the old dime a dozen tale
That sellers know has overspend hidden in veil.
All the extra loaves of bread you've bought will go stale
Use by dates will loom up fast, wasted saves will fail.
Bulk buys have 'pigging-out' a swinging in their tail
So save your money and spend slowly like a snail
With firm foot grounded, weathering the sale wail gale
Roses are so overdone
The weeping willow is no fun
The sky is too blue
The moon is so new
Stars are a dime a dozen
When love passes you by
Each step begins with a sigh
And you just want to cry
And crawl in bed and hide
Stars are a dime a dozen
Heaven so full of twinkles
Heaven those stars sprinkle
Wishes and desires
With bright they flame the fires
Stars, stars, grant me my love
Stars, stars, in Heaven above
If my wish is sincere
Let me hold her so dear
The sun is too yellow
Flowers have mellowed
Leaves on the trees have browned
Like my heart, fallen to the ground
Stars are a dime a dozen
Wishes that never come true
No matter whatever you do
A zillion wishes for a zillion stars
Mine skips Venus lands on Mars
Stars are...no more wishes ...not worth a dime a dozen
Speak softly to me,
and tell me no lies,
I see the hurt and heartache,
flow from deep within your
eyes.
You've trusted me until now,
so trust me further more,
as I teach you of the stories,
the legends and the lore,
of women who walked before
me,
and women who are yet to
pass,
the secret of your future,
and a love that's sure to last.
I want to see you happy,
I want to kiss away your tears,
and take away the heartache,
to come in future years.
But the most that I can do now,
is smile and look away,
hoping you can listen,
to all I have to say.
You tell me t hat you love me,
this I know is true,
you say there will never be
another,
but only if you choose.
Granted she'll never be
identical,
down to age or name,
but girls like me are a dime a
dozen,
and that will never change.
You may not understand it now,
but someday when you choose
to see,
many girls will come and go,
many just like me.
Someday when you're ready,
should there ever come a time,
when you decide you want me
back,
just ask...
Ill loan you a dime.
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