Borrowing My Life Poem by Randy McClave

I think tomorrow I will borrow my friends fancy car
Then I'll head off to a local club or bar,
First though I'll borrow some fancy clothes to wear
So, the women will smile as they stare.
I will wear one of my friends nice ties and suits
And dress shoes and not my sneakers or boots,
And I will splash on some of his fancy cologne
So, the women won't be able to leave me alone.
I will ask to buy a woman a fancy expensive drink
But, before she agrees, I'll first say let's think,
I'll tell her how I believe an intelligent woman that she is
And if she drinks to much we won't be able to quiz.
Then later in the night I'll ask to go to her place
As mine is being redecorated and it's currently a disgrace
And if the mess she would currently see
She most likely would think that a slob is me.
I'll tell her truthfully I exercise and I enjoy to read and walk
And with strangers I enjoy to talk,
And I'm learned with all the news and stories I've read
Daily to many different paths I've been led.
Then in the morning I will be quiet as a mouse
As I slowly and quietly sneak out of her house,
And then when I finally make it outside
To my friends car I will take s quick stride.
The woman will only know my name as John Doe
I will then drive my friends car to his condo
There I will pick up my bicycle and pick up the papers out
And then I will begin reading and walking my paper route.

Randy L. McClave