The Last Sexy Blonde in IKEA

I am ahead of the game they are
Talking about, in love, in song, in
Whatever it is they believe they’re
Talking about, as I have a tool, and
Ploys and tricks and games to
Beat them—beat them back—
Down from here, regardless of
Veiled labels and dis-
Connection; as if this is a tap, a tap
I have—some kind of stream and flow that
I do have, I do, so the joke is on, not
You, but the use of… the use of…
It was something like a conjunction,
But it doesn’t connect to my thinking
Now, which is about IKEA, or a cat,
Or at least singing yucky songs in
Another country on an island, I didn’t
Know, so phoney was that love, so
Contrived is my win, for I will not
Lose, I won’t, even if it means slaying
A dragon, even if it means thinking
Of her carrying a piano, that sexy, sexy
Blonde from the show, though, thinking I’m
A sculptor without seeing the
Metaphor: questionable—not unlike
Shopping with the previous sexy
Sexy blonde in IKEA, my lesson learnt,
Surely, if I just stay in this game, just
Stay in this game, just stay in this game
To say something other than stories
About the previous one in IKEA, as that
Was bad.