Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt

My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray

Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele

My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada