Cattle Call

I stand there, waiting.
Glowin' and swaying in the brittle breeze
Of compliments, in the line.
"the man behind you is Fuckin' hott,
I don't care what you say,"
I hear him, cocoa brown and shiny, whisper to his tweak-buddy,
White, sweaty, ghostly and eyes with purple bags of stress.
A small smile sent my way, (Cocoa Hottie's sweatin' me)."
And I have good hearing," I say.
Too much to handle, ha, he can't process.
A little flirt lost in the white noise, translation in his head.
There ain't no room left, 'cause, the white noise deafens,
Takin' up a lot of space.
"hey sexy, he talks a lot of shit," I hear him again,
Sreamin' to his friend this time; thinks he's whisperin'."
Ha ha, I don't talk shit," the guy behind me,
Slim and twitchin', now gettin' his break,
Tweak, "I can back it up."
...And that's when I saw the most money in one hand,
Couldn't believe the dough!
Roll o' bank to flash some respect, makin' me gag.
Clap a da hands, rollin' out signs, powder for paper,
Atmosphere vibin' and they's gonna deny.
And the respect was slipped to him; a few good presidents
Were at arms there, and I witnessed their new owner,
Look me over and still think I'm fierce, for the first time again.
Lost in his head, I became but a dream, and the cattle call was over.
They went in together, he, and his lil' buddy.
Sniffle, sniffle exit, Thanks Fuckin' God,
Cause I had to piss or a hot minute now!
My turn...