soprano & chamber ensemble
Give me back my dignity.
Cut me loose so I can go on with my shambles of a life.
This is a story about a friend of mine, Constructed from e-mails he sent a year ago. He lived on the farm with his folks for some time, After moving home from San Francisco. Life decisions and the studying of torts, Helped him find women to tell others he had met. His fourth, third, and second to last resorts were personal ads and chat rooms of the Internet.
Well, no response yet, ugh.
How can she not respond? ha ha ha!
WRITE ME BACK AND DENY ME YOU SILLY VIXEN.
So, anyway, I will make you laugh,
I am a really nice guy,
and one hell of a model American!
So, anyway, I will make you laugh,
I am a really nice guy,
I am not a nerd,
I am a really nice guy,
and one hell of a model American!
Leave me not to twist in the wind,
Give me back my dignity.
Cut me loose so I can go on with my shambles of a life.
Now, he could not email her without referring to the previous email. If he had, he would have been a psycho! He considered every detail, an absurd amount of details. She lives too far away, anyway. He thought she was being polite. He thought she had really hated him. I think that he thought that she thought that he was an ugly nerd who would never be loved again.
I will live with some old guy, and we will talk about how the kids these days have no respect for their elders, and we will smoke and drink until we are old and fat. Then, when the first one dies, the other will set him into a chair and talk to him like he=s still alive. Then, thePolice will come and take the survivor to the sanitarium.
He was thinking about having a Monday morning dance-party in his red satin suit. He made little cue cards to carry in his pocket, and if he flipped them very fast it spells out YOU ARE A GEEK, in true animatronic fashion. A smoochie would be extremely pleasing. He will ask her the night he meets her. She is adorable, she has beautiful eyes, and she is the greatest girl he has ever met so far…
And if she invites me to stay the night, I will be like a carnal node that blossoms over and over, until I am left weeping in the corner of my room.
(Alternate ending)
He has false memories of your party-talk and the lock of hair he clipped as you slept on the couch.