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Pay Me No Mind

Published by DOREEN B. | Friday, November 14, 2014 3:12 AM


Yes, you CAN live as an under-aged drinker and hooker in your writing and not get arrested: 188 words


Shimmied into Bar Nine
my hips a-swivel
in a tight jean confine.
I know what I’ve got
and you want what I have
but I’ll warn you right now
and won’t warn you again
just pay me no mind
cuz I ain’t the committing kind,
no, I just ain’t the committing kind.

He studied me
from across the bar’s counter
his blue eyes held steady
his interest spoke louder
I side him a glance
toss back my long hair
that said, “Get in line”
or you ain’t got a prayer.
I ain’t the committing kind,
No, I just ain’t the committing kind.

He wore blue jeans
and a wool V-neck sweater
and walked with an ease
that was bold and that said
I’m no quitter.
My elbow got nudged
and our eyes intertwined
and the message got clouded
and maybe streamlined
baby, I’m not the committing kind.
I just ain’t…
the committing kind.

A morning’s tangle of sheets
and he’s already gone.
Found out too late
that it too, was his fate—
just not in his design
to be the committing kind.
Just no, not the committing kind.



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Bamboo Buckaroo - Thursday, November 13, 2014 7:47 PM.


Ho da sad. I hate it when dat happens.