Jacqueline Susann

I want to meet her mother of invention
 Make her late for her Foucault convention
 Leering like a fresh parolee, a shore-leave sailor
 Reeling up my tongue
 Dirty pants, out-of-style glasses
 A credit overload of comp lit classes
 Sucking on a frozen latte, may as well just
 Suck my blood
 She yawns and the whole train lurches
 I want to gum up her plans
 Would that I was a book in her hands
 She's reading Ford Madox Ford
 And Jacqueline Susann
 Timid Chivalry at the turnstile
 Was that a smirk? Was that a smile?
 May only be as deep as skin
 But I'll know for certain if she lets me in
 She yawns and the whole world lurches
 I want to gum up her plans
 Would that I was a book in her hands
 Cry she's reading Ford Madox Ford
 And Jacqueline Susann
 Follow her to the escalator
 Follow her up the escalator
 Follow her down the escalator
 Watch her walk
 I want to gum up her plans
 Would that I was a book in her hands
 Cry she's reading Ford Madox Ford
 And Jacqueline Susann
 Jacqueline Susann
 Jacqueline Susann
 Jacqueline Susann