PISS ON YOU

We met at a gas station

Out of the blue one day.

It surprised me because I never thought I'd see you again,

And I'd hoped I'd never see you again.

You asked me how I'd been

What I was doing nowadays

Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah.

You looked much the same as you ever did.

Charming and handsome

And still able to turn my stomach on a dime.

I mumbled a noncommittal response,

Wishing I was anywhere but here.

I don't know why I let you get to me

Then and now.

Then, you treated me like dirt.

Then, you tried to worm your way into my good graces

With saccharin-sweet words and promises you never could keep.

But I believed you anyway.

Now, you talk and try to sound sincere.

And maybe you mean it.

Maybe you have changed,

But to me, it's the same old story.

Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah.

In one ear and out the other.

I keep thinking back to then.

Back to when I was young and stupid and caught.

Back to when I hated myself because I didn't have the strength to speak my mind

About what I thought of you...

About what I really thought of you...

About what I really, really, REALLY thought of you.

I snap out of my reverie in time to hear you say

You want to get back together.

You want to see if there is anything left between us,

And you ask me what I think.

What do I think?

Personally, I don't think there's anything left

But that rancid, sickening piece of shit

Left over from our relationship that wasn't,

And what I see makes me sick to my stomach.

I wish I hadn't run into you

And be reminded of what you were and what you did to me.

I thought I'd buried it along with the remnants of your sorry-ass soul.

I thought, but didn't say.

But then, after a moment,

I finally find a well of resolve from somewhere deep inside.

My spine stiffens from the tailbone up,

And I finally have the strength to lift my verbal leg,

Open my mouth,

And start pissing away on you.

(1-8-2001)

(rev. 8-17-2001)