The Simultaneous Occurence of True Love and Nausea at an Omaha Burger King Oct. 12, 1992

The anal-retentive Burger King attendant
Watched me bite my nails in utter horror
It always takes me much more than a fast food minute
She said «May I please take your order? Can I please take your order?»
Kim was antsy in the orangish booth
'cause it was hard and cold and she was wearing jean shorts
I said «As long as it’s fast I don’t care if it’s food. Gimme one of them foil
ashtrays
Sometimes my girl likes to smoke.»
Her eyes weren’t blinking so I asked her what she was thinking
Sometimes she gets so pensive like a skinny Buddha
She said «Most men are colorblind, it’s a genetic deficiency
But if you guess the color of my eyes I might love you»
___ are elastic cause you’re so sarcastic
Boy, who do you think you are? H.L. Mencken?
No I’m Lazarus the lucky, call me Lucky Lazarus
I just suffer from chronic meager post-high school enthusiasm
She’s got a thousand thoughts tying her head in knots
And I am kin to one of them at least
I yawned to the relief of my tear ducts
and she took the straw out of my Cherry Coke and sucked the tear off my cheek
That’s love to me
it occurs everyday in urban Burger Kings
Even if it’s temporary
The needy can’t be greedy, can they?