in a green sweatshirt
and a brown skirt
that doesn't give a damn.
whose eyes make me spin
that makes my Saturdays
do me in
with many mistakes.
I need a good gal
that will take me
to the moon
and pretend to be amused.
who doesn't think too much,
especially in our battle fields,
because I don't know
the reasons why.
And when she comes along,
I will scream her name,
from wherever I stand,
a mustard hall, a museum, a morgue.