Fascination

I'm enthralled by those certain girls
who sport red lipstick
and wear chihuahuas as an accessory

You know the the kind,
they own stiff bouffants
and slip on leopard print platforms,
so their stubbiness appears five inches taller

I half expect that one day,
they'll say hi to me
and like a small minded dog
I'll gallop to their side
with my tail wagging, tongue drooling self
ready and willing to please

They'll pat my ignorant head
and at once,
my tiny lips will smile candy apple red,
my toes will become hip to the scene,
and I'll sit coolly at the local pub
smoking Virginia Slims,
while chatting about dirty dishes
and boys who think they're men

Then maybe, just maybe
some stupid girl
will be fascinated by me