You Jerk (To: J.R.K.)

Yeah, you're a nice guy.
You've been fun to talk to,
but first impressions me a lot;
at least to me, they do.

Stoned.

Don't lie cuz my nose ain't painted on.
I was at my best friend's house,
anxiously awaiting the arrival of the sweet guy
I'd been talking to for all of those hours.
Instead, that guy checked his sweetness at the door,
and you arrived instead.

Yippee.

I understand that you're shy,
and maybe had problems meeting me,
but you showed up stoned.
The sunglasses couldn't hide it either,
dearie.
Thanks a lot, it's been fun.
It's all over now.
Goodbye.

3/23/1990