A bar-a-logue

I hope y'all find this at least a little amusing. It's not as good as it could have been. You see, the first time I wrote it, and went to save it, the computer gave me the blue screen of death and so of course, I lost it. I tried again, and the second time it came out even better, and I liked it, tried to save it... and... BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH! So finally I just wrote it on a regular ol' legal pad... and it's not nearly as good as the first two times. But still- enjoy!
Love;
Cel

I'm running circles in your heart...
Oh wait- that's a different part!
That's such a big surprise;
With your cigarette breath & beer-shot eyes.
How long have you been at this bar?
It's obviously been too long by far.
You look me up and look me down,
I ain't no field and you ain't no plow.
I'm too much woman for you, hon,
And you just don't look like that much fun.
With your thumbs hitched in your too-tight jeans,
Last night's stains show they're none-to-clean.
Think you can "get you some,"
Your shirt all slopped with day-old rum.
Don't try to take me for a ride,
I swear to God you won't survive.
I'm too much woman for a man like you,
You've downed your drink and that's my cue.
I'm out the door into the night,
To find a man who fits me right.
Not some scumbag at a bar,
With a deere on his hat and a beat-up car.
Who can barely manage a 'Hey Baby,'
Much less an 'Are you Free?'
Yeah, I'm a little too much woman for you,
With places to go, and better things to do.
But don't worry, you'll be just fine,
When you're snoring at the bar by a quarter past nine.
P.S. and a Note To Self;
Blind dates really are something else...
(c) CS