Act

I owe a kiss to David

Chopping woulds with strangers,

triple dogs and double shots,

go up there and sing your heart out,

your voice may be new but we’ve all heard it before,

he put you on the list when you walked in:

blushing, of course he did,

I go over and update him: more handsome, an inch taller, hairier,

he gives the same goofy grin: Britney?

Nah let’s try Johnny this time.

Bourbon buckles us and he grabs my hand:

knock him dead, I got you,

and he does;

I squeeze and he shoves,

performing is like a loose fitting glove,

I used to act more