Wrong Place; Wrong Time

Plastic smiles are always the worst
They're just the slightest bit off at first
They make your creep senses start to tingle and make a sensation
She said, I give off a creepy sort of vibe
I said, that's an odd way to start a conversation
 
 
I just ate popcorn and watched girls play volleyball
Then got made fun of for being such a creep
But I told them I was only sitting here all by myself
That's probably why I'm three times more creepier than the ordinary solo creep
 
 
Mention your red Ferrari, that'll get the panties dropping faster
One can be a creep and still get to enjoy the role of being master
I told a girl at her 18th birthday party, that I wanted to eat that cake off her ass
Then I had to tell the entire party, that I had to hurry back to class
To practice going hands solo coming and going while flashing my special hall pass
I asked if ya wanna take a ride home with me in my squeaky cruising van?  
Truly a mystery why anyone would call me a little bit creepy, damn
 
 
But I told them I was not here all by myself
That's probably why I'm three times more creepier than the ordinary solo creep
 
 
I tried to start an orgy once or twice, on a bus full of giggling cheerleaders
While on the way back from our schools annual college basketball 'bout
Tried but failed at having sex with everyone on that bus, only as a game
Even did a strip tease for everyone and I even tried to make out
They didn't wanna make out but they liked my strip tease of fame
 
 
But I told them I was not here by myself
That's probably why I'm three times more creepier than the ordinary solo creep
 
 
Now I feel like a junior high football jock
Waiting for the nod, so I can stop doing it into a sock
Why get a girlfriend when I can just masturbate with porn?
Fuck, dude. Just call a hooker up already and get that out the way
We all make fools of ourselves sometimes, ok for me everyday
 
 
But I told them I was never there by myself
That's why I'm so much more creepier than any other so, so, crazee mudda fucka.

It's funny how zeal can be a trap,
and passion becomes a snare.
Be careful because...
Punctuality can lead to fatality.

I didn't need an alarm clock to wake me,
4 hours past midnight I was prepared...
Frantically making my way to the office gate.
No breakfast,
Document in hand.
Surely I Would be first in line.

To my horror I met a crowd,
Had they slept at the venue?
Quickly I joined in as we formed a siege
Behind the barricade.

Four gruelling hours later agitation blazed.
Tempers escalated as men huffed and puffed...
Bodies became battering rams
As the fort was breached.
Suddenly I was lifted by pressed bodies
As the crowd moved in forward turbulence.
Wails could be heard as the unfortunate who fell
were trampled on.

As the gates fell and people poured in.
I once again felt the ground under my feet...
My barefeet though as I had lost my footwear.
As I stood at a distance barefooted,
Gasping for breath...
I saw first hand
The horrors of an angry mob.
Don't mess with an angry mob...
Don't be in the midst of an angry mob...
Be warned!

“Come pick up the boys at the my local church”
The baby sitter texted me right before I left work,
It was near so I did a quick Google search,
I didn’t have to drive in traffic so it was a nice perk.

But when I got to the parking lot it was for naught,
Nobody was there, except for a lady and a cop,
I drove by with windows rolled down (it was hot!)
Until I realized I had driven to the wrong spot.

“That’s another church a mile away with a similar name”
She said in her next text still waiting for me,
So I peeled out of there now feeling a bit lame,
I was late and I need to get to my babies.

Then my rearview mirror I see a car getting nearer,
But I paid no attention I had to get my boys,
And when I got the right place then it was clearer,
Someone was following me making a loud noise.

I got my two little ones (a one and two year old),
It was summer and it was a hundred and eight,
My A.C. wasn’t working so I had to quickly roll,
I also had school at night and dinner to make.

Weaving through traffic because now I’m in a rush,
The car behind me followed my every move,
Honking at me like “does this chick have a crush?”
But not now, it’s hot and I’m not in the mood.

I finally pulled into a strip mall parking lot,
And asked her what her problem was,
“Give me my purse back” she yelled on the spot,
She was clearly mistaken or was a lost cause.

“Let’s stop by the police department on my way home”
I told her confident because she was so wrong,
She had already called the sheriffs it was their zone,
But it didn’t matter I knew I’d be ok all along.

Next thing I know several guns are pointing at me,
Cops yelling like I’m about to blown away,
“Take it easy” I said, “I got littles ones in the backseat”
But it didn’t matter I was a show in public display.

Turns out her purse was stolen from her car at church,
So when I showed up I looked a little suspicious,
I told them it was fine so they conducted a search,
I wasn’t trying to be the least bit capricious.

In the meantime my babies were sweating away,
As the female cop frisked me being commanding,
Upon seeing my kid’s smiles they put their guns away,
Because really it was all just a misunderstanding.

I showed up at the wrong place at the wrong time,
Had I lost my cool I would have died that day,
But my babies kept me calm and all would be fine,
They give me purpose no matter what comes my way.

She screams, damn she screams
She mourns deep and loud
She groans wild
She screams, damn she screams
And her voice is full of satisfaction
 
Her soul is possessed by ecstasy
Of both the drug
And the love
And the drips of her juices
Staining his sheets
And the penetration of his cock
Hitting the right spot
 
"Ohhh, yes baby, Oh yes"
"Shhh, you'll wake up the dead"
"Ohhh, baby you doing things to me"
"Shhh, please, you'll end our fun too soon"
 
Ecstasy  
 
And then the screams again
 
Of love
Of happiness  
Of togetherness  
Of faithfulness  
Of wildness
 
She loves him, she declares
He loves her too, he affirms
 
Her heart captured by pure words
Of the moment
She is in love
He is also in love
And as I listen, stiff still, I am filled with envy
Not of the words they share
Neither the love they make
Yet of the genuineness of it all
Their words sharing their meaning
 
So this is what they call making love!
Being in love!
Sharing love!
 
 
Making the right sounds!


(Unfortunately, I was "the dead". Supposedly sleeping on the floor, except I wasn't asleep at all)