Looking For Marie in Paris
I took long strides in the streets of Paris.
I inhaled the fumes, tainted by depression.
65 days I searched for the woman Marie.
65 nights I weeped from the obsession.
A man pulled on my leg and asked me for money.
I pulled his leg and told him I was rich.
I told him my tea was lacking some honey
and if he got more I'd pay him to be my bitch.
He returned with a jar. I saw a golden glob.
I dripped a bit into my porcelain mug.
He asked me for money. What a poor slob!
I kicked him to the curb and my face was smug.
I smirked at his ignorance as I sipped my tea.
He calmly zipped his pants and said "enjoy my pee."