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The Mack. The best dreams are the most disappointing to wake up from. I had a dream that I was shopping, and I met this boy who looked a bit like Jacques, and I told him so. He knew who Jacques was, which of course was a good sign. He then proceeded to be all charming and adorable, and ended up asking me to go see a play with him. And you know how sometimes when you're dreaming, you kinda know you're dreaming? This one seemed really real. I hadn't ever seen this boy before, he was just made up in my mind. And so very pretty.So in light of the situation, I joined the Jacques Brautbar fan club. Let's just go ahead and make this the Jacques entry, shall we? I told you I never knew a Jack I didn't like. Jack, Jacques, same thing. I wrote a poem about him for my poetry notebook, and yes, I turned it in. I was lacking good poem material, ok? Here it is, I know you want to read it. It's called "Jacques Racques." There once was a man called The Mack. His real name was the French word for "Jack." He got all the ladies With his Phantom band mateys And he gets his fan mail by the sack. He never was much of a hunk Though quite funny when he was drunk But with his guitar He became a big star Now some call him the master of funk. (Note: They actually don't.) My dad thinks it's Garth he looks like The one who does Wayne's World with Mike But he's got much prettier hair And not such a dumb stare But it's Alex who rides on his bike. I saw him the other night After Alex and Darren's big fight He looked really fine I wished he was mine But have yet to see him in the light. Thank you, thank you. Respect the copyright, yo.
Oh yeah. You know you want it. 2003-11-27 @ 12:39 a.m. |
