Okay, so I went into a Wendy's
by: Joe Tipton
Okay, so I went into a Wendy's
With three of my buddies and got my number four
And sat down next to two older ladies
Who were looking at the back of my head
Which was turned to keep them
From conversing with me & they saw my black kickallotherbadasses
"The Crow" hat and read Believe in Angels
Written on the back
And ASKED If I believe in Angels. Ah Jeez!
They said they were from some bla bla
Fanatic that goes around explaining Why people question God &
Life Miraculously saving pathetic losers
From suicide & hell.
Oh great! Two Jehova's witnesses asking me
If I believe in angels & therefore God
& heaven & hell Satan destiny life death Ghosts reality Republicans
Democrats Billionares America myself
& LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.
I mean, what kind of question is
"Do you believe in Angels?" Huh?
I don't believe in Angels,
I just watch the movie and wear the hat;
I don't believe-I do (I saw her again
Last weekend when I was sick & miserable & she hugged me for so long
And felt sorry for me made fun of me
& ran away to come to my room that night
To talk & tickle me & give me a back rub
That could put masseuses out of work
Until I fell asleep from the NyQuil.
She's perfect & beautiful short exotic
& mysterious predictable & comes & goes & is brilliant & "shiny & happy"
But sometimes morbid and wicked
A little bit twisted so erotic
& always there at my
Jagedrockbottom moments petite gifted
& artistic playful & leaves
When I'm better. She can disappear leaving Only the lasting
scent of her perfume behind. OH YEAH, SHE'S ADDICTIVE.)
Those ladies wouldn't shut up & asked
"So, Do you believe in Angels?"
& I said "Yeah, I do." as I slurped down
My biggie Coke
I don't know who Joe Tipton is. I got this poem in an e mail from the boyfriend at the time in March of 1996. I have searched high and low for any information about it. Please let me know if you have any. - mary ann
5/22/2002
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