I received a T-shirt in the mail today, a DX top in black and green.
It was before I watched wrestling, I had missed out on the DX scene.
The shirt said "Defy authority!", the unspoken battlecry
of Shawn Michaels and of Triple H, in happier days gone by.
I held the shirt to my heart, a daydream came to mind;
The shirt smelled strongly of cologne; was this shirt one Hunter left behind?
Did he wear it one night in 98, before a throng of fans?
And tossed it aside afterwards, missing the garbage cans?
The daydreams were a flood at first, of encounters old and new;
Metting him almost anywhere, and wishing those dreams come true
Especially of one dream recently, his promise to meet me soon
Dashed when I missed him three times alone within the month of June
He hides his body now in suits, and unrevealing attire!
What happened to all those tight t-shirts, or tank-tops to set fans afire
At the sight of his rugged, toned physique, sculpted with artist's care-
I see not the Game, Triple H, but now a young Ric Flair.
The T-shirt reminded me of the tales of before I saw your show
Where DX became the law of chaos, and changes made to the Game I know
leads to a fan holding a shirt of your crazy, playful past;
Is that your cologne that I smell in this shirt at last?
This T-shirt I will wear one day, and I hope that's when we'll meet.
Behind an arena before the show, where I'll be standing near the street.
Hunter, if this is indeed your shirt, is this how you really smell?
Or was this shirt truly from 98, when you could wear a 1 XL?
I shall grasp tight the dream, when Hunter and I embrace;
There will be a month or more where the smile won't leave my face
A hug was all I ever asked, and it will answer my unknown-
This shirt that came - does it smell like him, and his choice of fine cologne?
by: LC