there goes the pretty boy
in his pretty little car
got his cool designer shades
ready to take the town out for a ride
he’ll get pretty little girls to fall at his feet —
you know the kind
with box-blonde hair and
spray-on tans —
he’ll get flattery and free
who-knows-what
but not from me
’cause pretty boy
he annoys me
with his sky-high ego and his
dirty mouth
with his beach bum hair and his
surfer tan
with his popped collar and his
frayed khakis
he’s dressed to impress
but his thin veneer
doesn’t fool
me
if we stripped it away
would he be any more than a
mess of drunken
one-night stands?
he’ll get his fair share of
praise
adoration
adulation
exclamations
that pretty boy will …
but not from me
