You Invented Jazz

I'd hike up your skirt
If you wore one

(you never do)

But boredom is
That youngest stepchild
In the corner
Speaking to the press corps,
Answering questions
With questions.

Will I tell them
I've never had another?
He wonders,
And then forgets
If he said it out loud.

Just tell them that
You invented Jazz,
And cover those wounds
With fake ambition.