I already felt ill
before you poured me
a glass of Lambrusco,
but I felt compelled
to drink it to
prove you wrong~
because you don't
drink White Zin anymore
and you said the word
"Chardonnay"
with a sneer,
dismissing it as
what everyone is
"doing these days,
the new yuppy wine."
I wanted to ask
for Chardonnay,
but I didn't
want my wine choice
to say the wrong thing.
So, I drank my taboo,
knowing that red wine
usually makes me sick.
It's my own fault.
I gotta be me,
lesson learned.
From now on,
it's White Zin predictable
or WASPish whites
because I never
want to be accused
of being an
artificial flavoring
or mis-representing
females everywhere.
Who studies these things?
I'll drink what I like,
eat kids cereal in the morning,
use Sponge Bob toothpaste
and wear socks that
don't rhyme...
