If you’ve ever seen “Natural Born Killers” Then you know a wolf Never changes colors

I embrace your wild side And all that it entails Presence, passion, overkill And dirt beneath my nails

My love is like a laser beam That melts you down and makes you… It comes and goes just like a drea… Because the bright is touch obscen…

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

Jonathan and Jordan Sitting in a tree M-u-s-s-i-n-g First comes souls Then comes mates

We’ve reached the acme of intimacy When I taste like you And you taste like me

I’m not the one That I should be I’m just the man You came to see Imperfect you

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

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi

Ever seen Fawn on teet Wagging tail like dog? If you can’t Then I shant

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

Whether you want To face it or not I’m still your dad Both of our faults I chose the you

Never gonna be The cover of Glamour That sure doesn’t mean I’m not still enamored With your energy

The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.