90028

avenue of the stars

seems i never go far

then i’m back here

full of piss, vinegar and beer

 

everything ends

there is

then there just isn’t

where is the ghost whisperer

to show me the error of my ways

jennifer love hewitt

will do just fine

 

now i’m at hollywood and vine

looking for a place to dine

hamburger helper

not lobster and wine

 

i’m more of a tarzan on this vine

looking for a jane

jennifer love hewitt

will do just fine

 

as many times as i’ve walked here

i haven’t seen her star

must have just missed it

it doesn’t make sense that she’s not here

 

maybe i should go to some dotcom

and pay to have a star in the sky

named after her

 

it is hard to remember what was said

why i took to these streets

after every book was read

now it is no longer a philosophy

but an addiction

 

and i am still waiting to be saved

more from a gentle hand

then thoughts of the divine

jennifer love hewitt

will do just fine

 

i would even be willing to dance

in the aftermath of reality

far from all this fantasy

for the construct of a female form

sheltering me from my raging storm

that i’ve come to accept as the norm

 

i find a bar

order

wait while i fill the napkin with,

“dancing on the internet with debbie double d,

they’ve made an idol of her breasts

come worship them with me”

 

the beer appears

i guzzle

let a belch out of my muzzle

and glare at the disapproving glances

who judge,

“no wonder he is here alone”

 

but a burp is the least of the things

for which i need to atone

i know there will not be another

drink for me here

i leave

in search of more beer

regain hollywood and vine

find a bar that has pictures

of stars

one of them is jennifer love hewitt

and i say to myself,

“this bar will do just fine”

 

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