French Dip or What?

I like a French dip with a fried egg in the sandwich

Nice and hard and no runny stuff in there with the rainbow beef

So when I dip that baby, I get sourdough, rainbow beef and egg meat

All in one juicy bite

But they always look at me like I’m a moron

At the counter next to me

Jerome sits upon his beans and whimpers to the waitress,

Bekka- short for fucking Rebecca

Things haven’t gone well for Jerome lately

I listen in

Jerome’s Prince Albert’s acting up

He’s got a freaky rash

And he ripped the plutonium stud right through his bottom lip

pulling off his sweater

Gives him a weird look too, it’s a monstrous gash

Jerome’s belly’s knocking hard at the counter

while he chugs a sleeveless tattooed cup of  Foldgers

through the funnel that was his lower lip

Loose hand tugging and tickling the lap of his big baggy pants

Itch’n like a shortstop

Untying the Prince from the hitch

But, talking about it all to Bekka like it was his duty

I thought she was going to puke

but she lifts up the blouse from her bleached wobbly belly

And shows Jerome a couple of shower hooks

Gouged though the folds of her navel

“I got some Neosporin at my place” she says enticingly

Jerome smiles and coffee runs back out his trough into the cup

I knew then and there that this was love

It was the beginning of life itself

I knew what things were going to start going well for Jerome

And for Bekka

And for me

I went ahead and ordered the French Dip with the egg

And she didn’t bat an eye