The Scripted Poem
Originally published in October of 2012
What if life was written?
Or the movies…
I’d wanna have a special handshake
With a football-headed hipster
A grey bulldog named Porkchop
And a rich uncle in Bel-Air.
I already have five best friends that will be there for me
But we’d get drunk at Moe’s
And they’d bust into my apartment
Unannounced like George and Kramer.
I’d go on secret missions in tailored suits
And introduce myself last name first
But I’d never get caught
Just like Jules and Vincent.
I’d have sex in the city
And everyone would know what I did last summer
Because I’d throw bachelor parties in Vegas
And travel back to the future.
I’d be able to crawl walls
Or fight criminals in the cover of the night
And I would choose the red pill
Just to see how far the rabbit hole goes.
And I think I would meet the one
In an elevator, as she compliments my taste in music
Or maybe I’d meet her in high school
And we’d end up like Corey & Topanga.
But when I mess up, and I know I will
We’d play a game of one-on-one for her heart
Or I’d chase her down before she leaves
And tell her she completes me.
And then we would kiss
In the pouring rain
As the sappy music plays
And the credits roll.
But life’s not a movie
And today isn’t an episode
So I’ll flip the channel
Back to reality.