Rockstar Lollipop

Rockstar Lollipop

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

You look so cute

In your black corduroy Newsie hat

Short cropped brown hair

Brown eyes

Nose ring

Knee high black boots

Black leggings

Black mini-skirt

Plain white deep-V t-shirt

You offer me a lollipop

And a shot of Vodka

We exchange names

You’re a musician

I’m a music lover

You start naming bands

I say I’ve heard of them

But never heard them

Even though I haven’t

I can use this later

My iPod needs new music

It will be a good excuse

An excuse to get you alone and naked

You ask about my tattoos

I ask if you have any

You tell me about the 7 stars on your back

The ones that run down your spine

I tell you I’m laid back

That I’m not looking for anything

You tell me you’re a classy woman

Then you tell me you like it doggystyle

So when the guy pulls out

He can shoot for the stars

That’s why you have the tattoo on your back

We go back to my place

I put it to the test

And I shoot for the stars

I wake up alone

And never see you again

But I will always remember

My Rockstar Lollipop