The Princess And The Lune

I creep in
And linger
Awkwardly
In the doorway
And eventually
Sit between
Kurt and Lover Boy
And my meal for three
Comes with beer
And fries
And salad
And I eat
And offer
And share
And Kurt eats
And Lover Boy doesn't
And the princess
Is tall and thin
Smart as hell
But hates men
And dreams
Impossibly
Of respect
For her mind
So beautiful
And Kurt says
Isn't she great?
And I say nothing
But think
I'd rather look
At her
Than listen
To all that feminist crap
And my ego
Sinks back into its hole
And I clap
With good manners
The enlightened
With the mad
And the waitress
Exudes life
Like I remember
From years ago
And my mind
Wants to tip her
And my groin
Wants to whip her
And Kurt finishes our meal
And Lover Boy feigns disdain
And I clap on
Like a priest
In an orgy
Of nuns