Some kind of asshole (circa 1999 salad days)

she wasn’t a screamer

she wasn’t even a thinker

in fact, she wasn’t much

the conversations were basic and sterile

and she sold cars to cowboys and perverts

she shopped at the mall and carried her cell phone on her hip

but her ass was big and by big I mean

not really fat

-just poundable, and she went down like a

pro and it was surface, nothing in common and it

got to where I had to be pretty lit up to fuck her

but I hung in

through that Minnesota winter

I simply had nowhere else to sleep.