The Eat Me Beat Me Lady

The Eat Me Beat Me Lady is at it again
Pump up the Volume is in my head
Christian Slater on the Mike
Makes me stay up late at night

The Eat Me Beat Me Lady speaks the truth
Of love and hate and pure sexual youth
Talk hard
Talk truth
Inspires me so
The Eat Me Beat Me Lady uses red envelopes

Color me Red, Color me Hot
I write poetry where others just talk
In my zone I am alone
With no one else but Slater and his Microphone

How do words make you feel so alive?
Wanting me, making me, push the line?
All I feel is my heart pounding fast
Talk hard and talk fast

The Eat Me Beat Me Lady is not who I am
She is a sham
Where I am…
Not.

I will regale you with tales of solitude
I will regale you with songs of struggle
I will regale you with lines of lust
I will regale you if I must

Do you believe in the words that I write?
If you saw me in Starbucks would you find me alright?
If I had red envelope would all be okay?
Or would confuse me with the Eat Me Beat Me Lady again?

Talk Hard
Talk Fast
Check out my ass...etes
I am a woman of pride and perception
Fond of Jane Austin
I move in different directions

Literate
Educated
Well Traveled
And Smart
If that is my description
Where is my heart?

For it pumps and beats sometimes so fast
This heart that is made of glass

The Eat Me Beat Me Lady is at it again
Shouting out loud and pumping my brain
I relish in her ability with words
Hold on a second…
Where is my worth?

The Eat Me Beat Me Lady is in my hands
Writing these words as fast as I can.