It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes

You say that you enjoy people I don’t think that is true You want to be a pure steeple And lord it over fools

Always late Mostly great That’s just how we roll. Got minute For a hit

I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex

If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?

I hope you have her desire for ord… With a bit of mine to vex And my penchant to look ever inwar… Tempered with hers to project I hope you have my cool demeanor

I’ll tear myself from limb to limb For you to suture up again It feels like the perfect win/win To play our roles, morals and sin

Maybe you could teach me how To tighten up my shit And maybe I could show you how To loosen up a bit Maybe we could be the spark

I saw you standing there so fine In dress real nice with man that’s… I wish I could just say to you I’d love you more than he could do

Little chipper 'munk Primal, honest, cheeky, sweet Sugar in my ’shine

I have a grip that’s never loose That’s why I always get my goose I dig my claws into your soul Until I’m your silver and gold

Your face Transcends Garnish

I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit

I need to get him out So he feels the treat Of an empty bladder Grass beneath his feet

Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.