2011 - Day 263

I walk into a room and
They all stare,
I can't help it,
it's just the way I am.
I swing my hips slowly and
Stride to the front
Of the line,
They give me cutsies
As they stare,
I can't help it,
It's just the way I am.
I order two of their finest and
Shoot a glance at her
And her and her and her,
My eyes a six shooter
Bullets of ecstasy
Straight through their hearts
As they stare,
I can't help it,
It's just the way I am.
As I turn to leave, she calls out to me and
I stop and slowly turn,
Eyes lock on eyes,
She opens her mouth to speak but
All that is produced is a moan
And a tremble,
I turn again
With smiles on my face,
The doors swing open
As they stare,
I can't help it,
It's just the way I am.