For better or worse
Coy and condecending
Wonderfully depressing
with a keen sense of smell,
here I am
Posh, calm and collected
Discussed, and respected
Presented,
somewhat truthful,
as first dates go
Awaiting the essence of you
Those things
Those liitle things
The hidden demons
stored behind sealed boxes,
dusty in your closet,
behind the mirage of Donna Karan
The blemishes
covered by the tan you're wearin'
have fooled me too many times,
waiting to be seated
