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COLUMN FIFTY-EIGHT, APRIL 1, 2001
(Copyright © 2001 Al Aronowitz)

FUCKED-UP GUY

You feel alienated?
I feel alienated, too.
I'm one of those fucked-up guys.  

Just ask one of my old girlfriends.
They won't come right out and say
something
like:   "He's self-absorbed."
No, not at first they won't.
You ask them about me,
they might roll their eyes,
say something like, "What a guy."
Like I'm one of those guys,
who does guy things.
Fucked-up guy things.  

Everywhere I look
I see another way to fuck up,
& better yet, how to fuck others up, too.
I can make plans, and mess 'em all up.
I can call you up and all of a sudden
get bored mid-conversation.
"So what are you trying to say?" I might
ask.
My irate tone will throw you.
I'll feel the lump in your throat
on the other end of that line.
You say its time to go and sure,
We’ll talk later.
But first, I know,
we won't talk for a long time.  

I'm one of those guys who fucks up a
lot.
You wanna go out?  

We could start with some Italian food.
Get nice and garlic and see a movie.
We could talk about the movie
over pastries with our garlic
and decaf cappuccino breath.
We could laugh at each other's jokes.  

Then, I'd get bored.
Then, you'll get mad.  

You'll say to yourself,
I spent all this time listening to this guy's
shit
& now it seems he's a bit bored with me.
Well, fuck him!
Of course, you'd just tell me
you weren't feeling well.
Maybe I'd assume it was your period.
That would be a nice fucked-up thing to
think.
Wouldn't it?
 
I'd ask you,
"Is it your period, or something?"  

Then that fuck-you
That’s been floating around your head
for the last few minutes
come right out your mouth!

"FUCK YOU!" 

Then my heart would go
pitter-patter
& my penis would lift
the little yuppie napkin off my lap
& I'd say, "Marry me, baby!"  

But you'd stomp out the door
leaving me to pay the check
& the next time I call,
you'd say, "Man,
you are a fucked-up guy!"

I'd say, "I told you.  Bitch."  

Then, maybe we could go on one of
those
TV shows like Geraldo
& talk about the differences
between men and women.
Geraldo would ask you & you'd say,
"I know the difference.
The difference is he's all fucked-up."  

Geraldo would look at me
& hope for salvation for the male species.
But I would mess him up.
I'd say, "I know.  I'm the one
who told her I was a fucked-up guy,
& admit it, Mister Jerry Rivers,
you're more fucked up than me!”  ##

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