I'm glad that no one reads this mess.

I stood over the street and rocking on my heels I
watched the celebration as everyone cheered for
America.

I found a different place to go
where people actually said hello to one another
and everyone had tattoos.

I wasn't going to write tonight
because I don't want this to turn into
what I did over summer vacation
or
I don't feel like going to work tomorrow.

...But seriously I don't.

I was born to be the boss.
I should be the beginning of it
and the end of it.
Punching timeclocks just doesn't work for me
and I always end up getting fired anyway
or going off the deep end and quitting in the morning
(Right Babe?)

I actually had the thought today that
if she wonders if I hate her
she can rest assured
that I most certainly
do.

I really wish I could just get it all together
and tear her and New York and the whole tainted thing
from my memory and heart
but at least once a day
I think about it
and end up cursing her name all over again.

Sour grapes.
I hope her world tastes like
rancid
sour
grapes.