En la crepúsculo de Lizette (Le American Slob)

Hey you

With the big eyes

And the lousy brows

Silly smile

And exhausted

Exhaling sigh of a stutter of a laugh

Thanks

Hey you

With the manicured

Designer Husband bought purse

Filled with silly shit

I can't pronounce nor care to learn

A purpose or reason for it's existence

With a civilized western woman's life

Thanks

You American Slob

Thanks

You American

Slob

Your past laughter

Drives another cap open

The beers on my tab

A craven reminder of

Lousy replays

The same scenario

Of a wide left shot on goal

Thanks

Thanks for making me

Feel alive

Thanks for making me

Realize

The desk with a plant on it

Is mine

Thanks for making me

Feel alive

Thanks for making me

Realize

My day job

makes me wanna

die

Thanks