it's like quoting Henry Rollins

tossing back salads and what not
Paul Simon croons
'50 ways to leave your lover'
off the jukebox that
accepts credit/debit cards
in an all-you-can-eat pizza joint
kids are screaming obscenities,
babies are crying in diaper dirty snot
couples are fighting, systematically
it’s enough to make a grown man cry
Henry Rollins once wrote about
Cindy Crawford when models
above a size 6 were fashionable
interesting, fuck-worthy
now models are size 0’s
have headaches from envying
fat women in skinny jeans
who ache to be model thin pretty
for their men day dreaming about
fucking the hot Mexican woman next door;
Mexican women who cross over
strip themselves of color
bleach their hair ten shades whiter
invest in French manicured nails
to lure insecure men into marriage
often wealthy, lonely, bald
to gain their white last names
to claim their fame to divorce
via naturalization screaming “victimized”
while still speaking with accents
as broke(n) as my wallet
that at one time used to be fat, honestly
like those women aching to be thin
to be that size 0 just to trample over men
trying to be their hero especially
to that Mexican woman who once
lived next door to me
who now lives in a Condo
who now drives a Beamer
who now has fake boobs
who now speaks without an accent;
it’s like quoting Henry Rollins:

'See a grown man cry, Now watch him die.'

I glance down at my watch,
his concert starts in an hour.