Stephen Koritta - Bachelor of Arts

He jots down a verse 'bout the person whose nursin' the daiquiri
Slouched on a couch in a house just south of the factory
I look back with a smirk
How it took so much work to be slackerly
In a dim living room
In the middle of June on a bender
Or was it in March or September?
It's a little too hard to remember...

It pains me to see he may have been me in my hay-day
Flappin' his jaws and graspin' at straws until payday
With his secondhand clothing
He's full of self-loathing, so THEY say
He treats himself well
And he'll never tell what he's feelin'
He's a one-in-a-million chameleon
Do you know with whom you are dealin'?

Always the best man, never the groom
He's hearing the bells he can smell the perfume
He's only faintly acquainted with hearts
A credit too shy to apply to his Bachelor or Arts

He gripes every night
Hear 'em tell you he might well have caught her
But they don't get away, per se'
'Less your line's in the water
I'm keenly aware of the game
It's the same alma mater
This fish in the sea
If he'd listen to me, he'd be brighter
Spread out his net a bit wider
More a fisherman less like a spider

Always the best man, never the groom
He's hearing the bells he can smell the perfume
He's only faintly acquainted with hearts
A credit too shy to apply to his Bachelor or Arts

Written by:
Stephen Koritta

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