Showing posts with label riffs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label riffs. Show all posts

Friday, July 3, 2009

Roma Riffs

Hey, you. Yeah, you. 
Your shorts smell like hot dogs.
Don't tell me you don't have any treats.
Whaddya think, I'm stupid?
No, I don't want love instead.
No, I don't want your stupid face in my face.
I want the treat.
Look, I really am quite hungry and sad. 
Can't you see that in my beautiful, sad, soulful, old eyes?
Really?
That's fine. Play dumb. 
I've been at this game a long time, buddy.
And I got all night.

-z