Standing at your back door
© 2007
Dan Johnson

I was bored, bad as a bored soul could be,
You called and said “come on over” in
your, spider chatting to the fly voice,
inviting me to your back door.

There I stood, standing at your back door,
But all I heard and saw was that screen door
Squeaking open and shut, but not once for me.

There I stood standing at the back door, waiting
patiently for that door to open.

I brought you flowers, perfume, candy…honey, you yelled,
reminding me that when I come in through the back door,
don’t forget to bring my M o n e y!

The rain came and fell on me, the wind blew and
blew on me, but I stood firmly committed
to be your Casanova, wanting to be your luva…
to undress you sexually, just waiting to be the
next one to go through your back door.

Fnally you came to your back door and said

come on in honey, times a wasting, and time is money
so hurry on through this back door,
but if it’s love you want, don’t waste your time on me.

12 minutes and 20 bucks later I was gone and someone else
was standing at the back door.

Dan Johnson
(c) 2007