We’d barely finished booking
them, when it began.
The cat calls, the wolf whistles,
He smirked, acting like those
tapes of him were nothing but a big joke. “When you got it, boy, flaunt
I should’a known –
but I bought his line, too. Thought he was being a smug bastard.
I was trying to kick the candy
machine into submission when I heard him roar. I turned around to find him pinning
some poor chump to the wall, arm across his throat.
They’re not smiling anymore. I know exactly what they’re thinking, as I hustle him out of there.
Prima donna. Can’t take a joke. Thinks he’s better than us.
And then it hits me. He got fucked this week. First by the job, and then by the
girl, and finally by every guy here who thinks this is funny. His self respect
has taken one hell of a beating. No wonder he’s being such a superior pain
in the ass.
Well, I know what I’ll
I’ll knock him down a peg,
because he’s been asking for it, and then I’ll build him back up again, because it’s what he needs.
teach him to dance.