Roger said he could get me into a multimillionaire’s pool party
with Jimmy Buffet playing
alcohol
and paradise
but I don’t want to go
I’d just be daydreaming of talking to the girls in bikinis without ever
doing it,
wondering who was taking drugs
and if they could tell I was crazy and poor
then when the multimillionaire would say “Who the hell are you?”
I’d have to say “Exactly” back to him
and kiss the chlorine off his ass
