How come my head is full
Of ideas and pictures and sounds
One day and the next
I find myself
Watching Dancing With the Stars?

I cheat and look online
So I already know who won
And now I try to write
Because writers write

I tweet instead
Tonight I have no thoughts
Deeper than
One hundred forty characters

Thinking about nothing
Will I ever get laid again?
Of course I will
If it doesn’t matter
Who does the laying
But it does

So I remain true
To my twisted values
Celibate
Chaste, even
Not by choice
But chaste nonetheless

It’s not easy
Being a freak
Who’s past
Her expiration date

I think I’ll go back
And watch the end
Of Dancing With the Stars
Even though I already know
How it’s gonna end