Howard Firkin
I bet that you look good
      taking the dog you don’t have for a walk
I knew you would.

I bet that you sound good
      whispering those secret words you talk
I knew you would.

I bet that you smell good
      trailing clouds of not you, not a chance
I knew you would.

I bet that you taste good
      sauced with sweat and hot breath from the dance
I knew you would.

I bet that you feel good
      skin as oily smooth as sun tan lotion
I knew you would.

I bet that you are good
      angel good until you ditch that notion
I knew you would.