last night when i left work,
the streets were full of people.
i imagine some sort of urban event
had just let out.
people were dressed swell.
many were holding hands.
i don't think i passed one unhappy face.
unusual...
for here, in vancouver.

in fact, i didn't see a single panhandler.
which is very strange for a night filled
with wealthy happy folk strolling robson.
maybe i was too bedazzled to notice.

as i neared my apartment,
a beautiful woman walked past me.
i couldn't even pretend to look away.
she was just that kind of lovely.
she grinned at me and i returned the favour
without even realizing it.

sometimes my general distrust and often
dislike of my own sex cracks wide open.
good feeling, wont you stay with me
just a little lonnnngerrrrr?