Digi Tries a Disguise on Disposa

Dig1 Tries a Disguise on Disposa

Sorry to butt in
But I'm new here,
Could you help me out?

Couldn't help but notice . . .
You're so different from the other women here.
To be frank, they frighten me . . . yes they do . . .
They're so abrupt, so surgical,
Like a coven of gynaecologists on a drunk.

But in you I sense a sensuous refinement.
I'm shy.
Can we talk?
Sorry? . . . Staring at your tits?
Errrrr actually I was admiring
That attractive pendent -
An Amazonian amulet?
Perfect for your complexion!

Mmmmmmmmmmm your eyes
Are like the mild ocean swell
Under a cloudless Mediterranean noon,
And . . .
. . .They're brown . . . ???
The light's so deceptive here.

I write poetry you know . . . oh yeeees . . .
The anguish and the heartbreak are worthwhile
If I can grant a moment's beauty to some soul
Beating in quiet sympathy with my own heart's grief.

Lemme get you a drink
Or two.

Lean a little nearer,
Bring you lips close to my ear -
It's so noisy in here.

Is there somewhere . . .
A little more private we could go?
You move me strangely,
Can I call you Dis?
I've been lonely so long . . .

You're busy?
What does THAT mean?
Fuck you, bitch!