I found a bar that looked promising.
The world is so big, but people give you such a small slice when your young.
Everybody got something out of those years I got a empty belch and a fart.
But i'm the stupid ungrateful one! Imagine that.
Then some great old bowl of pudding is served up.
These lips call the throat, tongue all schemes and calamity.
And the server pulls it fucking back.
Tight narrow grin trying to keep it's margins neutral.
-This bowl aint for you young man.
-All you want to do is mess the place up.
This is what I got at school and home.
I threw the sorviette tray at the man.
He fell unconscious but the pudding bowl was out of reach.
A young women who just got into the bar closed her umbrella.
Smiled sweetly as if i hadn't just assaulted the barman.
She said in the sweetest most feminine voice I have ever heard...
-Would you like me to bring you the pudding?
Oh yes- I felt myself say on impulse overly excited.
She towers over me and reaches for the bowl
She sticks it right on the bench infront of me
I look down and grab my spoon simulataneously
but the bowl is empty and she smiles down at me
-Sometimes life is like that kid. Like old mick says,
can't always get what you want-
I jumped down from the bench jarring my knees
grabbed the umbrella and started swatting at her cute calves
She laughted hysterically as the barman lifted me off her
I just realized he was pretending to be unconscious
I hobbled home sobbing, I knew how good pudding tasted
I had never felt so deprived in my life
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