To Charlotte - The Girl Of My Dreams

I don't know if this is going to get to you
I only caught your first name
You probably don't remember me
You seemed pretty wasted at the time
I had a pretty good buzz on myself

I was waiting to be booked
public urination and drunk in public
when 4 officers carried you in
hog-tied, flailing & spewing f-bombs
soon handcuffed on the bench next to mine

I overheard the AO read your rap sheet aloud
Battery, assaulting an officer, resisting arrest,
disorderly conduct & malicious wounding
hard to believe you did all that
what do you weigh, maybe 105?

Your blouse must have been ripped in the fight
I saw your bra strap sticking out
I don't know if you got punched in the face
or maybe it's just how you do your makeup
either way, you looked good like that

You peered over and gave a quick laugh
I swear it was someone else's puke on my tie
I tried to loosen it with my chin
I didn't want to look like a square
I'm usually not this "establishment"

I wanted to ask you about your mods
but then they ball-gagged you
(you shouldn't have tried to spit on that cop
you missed anyhow - nice distance though -
and hit the guy sleeping on the floor)

I could only see the one tat
but you probably have more
I was gonna get one once
but the guy stopped after I passed out
that explains the dot on my crotch

But that's how I knew your first name
from the tattoo on your neck
I asked the cops about you at my arraignment
but they said they don't have you on file
maybe "Good Charlotte" is just your nickname

Il Mio Sogno

He sat at the other end of the bar and I hated him from the second I saw him. Oozing arrogance and smarm, he came in with a group of kowtowing friends - laughing at every joke and hanging on every word. Wearing a black blazer over a charcoal sweater, he was perfectly assembled.
Tanqueray 10 & tonics for the whole bunch of them - not just Bombay or Beefeater, but Tanqueray 10 . The compulsory cheesy toast followed and they laughed some more. I half-heard two or three of his pathetic little anecdotes before I had him figured out. He wasn't the confident renaissance man he portrayed himself to be. It was all a mask, a charade.
He knew it was a sham. Inside he was just a scared little boy afraid of being exposed for what he really was. The smooth and suave wasn't fooling me.
And I was going to let him know it. I was going to dress him down in front of all his little toadies and show them how small he really was. Both barrels.
I strode across the bar cocksure in my righteousness. Standing before him I prepared for attack.
"Nice shoes" he said.
I didn't know what to say. "What?"
"Nice shoes" he repeated this time gesturing down to my shoes then to his.
His friends chuckled as we all realized what he first noticed - we were both wearing identical pairs of black low-top Dr Martens.
I walked away without saying another word.

he is ugly

i saw hatred
i saw beauty
i saw rage
i saw wonder
i saw insanity
i saw lust
i saw evil
i saw grace
i saw wrath
i saw charity
i saw greed

as i passed by the hall mirror