I write You read I talk You listen I huff

To tell you the truth I relish your cum It’s the best homage To a job well done

I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between

I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu

Would you wanna hang out some time To see if dreams maybe align Feels like our rhythms could be rh… And these voices might harmonize

I have an idea Of who I’m s’posed to be And that’s the whole reason I’ve never been happy

My baby’s got Curly red hair Shimmering eyes Freckles to spare Likes to play games

We chose a path Not like the rest It took a strength That can’t be matched But since we have

Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen

I’ve lost my joy Not sure where it went I can’t remember It’s sweet smelling scent It had to do

I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair

My brain doesn’t work like it norm… It doesn’t think of the funny rema… Or witty sayings It doesn’t jump from scene to scen… Most of the time it’s too busy

We might be just a bit fucked up And, God, I hope that’s true ‘Cause that means life is nothing… The deepest passion’s hue

Rain, rain wash away All the stains of yesterday Here I stand, made of clay Mold me into my today

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