Roses are red violets are blue oh, all I want to do is fuck you!
Who the hell says that?
Roses are red and violets are blue …
I mean, sure
but what does that say anyway.
What are ye trying to say with a love poem?
What are you trying to say with a sonnet?
I, for sure, don’t understand the old stuff
Way too much flora and fauna you see
I think all that is ‘cos a lot of us just don’t know what to say
A lot of that stuff is just to put feeling into the space where we can’t see
It seems to be about capturing moments
Where no words can be
When I want to tell someone I love them, I am smart
I keep my mouth shut!
What the hell would I say
‘Mamma’ you got curves m mm m
But I mean that respectfully!
Because you know your creative talk it sure gets me all horny ‘n’ stuff
Eh, like horny, but not in a bad way I mean,
I mean you’re so intelligent I can’t walk straight
But like your intelligence stands on its own better than I do.
You see? I keep my mouth shut.
Smart.
By the way what would you say?
Ah fuck it, don’t care.
Crap! I meant that to you not her.
Not yer one that I love, or have feelings for, or want to share with, be with, be for,
Not yer one that I love, with her crazy shit, quiet attacks, impossible demands, private weird ways
oops, who the hell says that?
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