Going for a drive with Usher.
I'm picky today,
and he's the only one I'll allow to vibrate my....
I hate the way the good ol boy
at the service station
stares at me,
as if I'm an abnormality,
as if i'm a circus sideshow,
as if I just perfected a magic trick,
all because I don't even have a PENIS,
yet I was able to pop the hood!
The waitress looks frazzled.
Not cause she's busy,
but because she's hungover.
I wanna ask her if she
slept over with a stranger,
puked on her shoes,
wore yesterday's clothes to work,
didn't wash her hair or body,
and attempted to cover it up with
a pea-soup-thick layer of cheap perfume.