To the lovely Lady in the buffet
oh right, I went to a buffet yesterday
I was standing in the dessert line and
this chocolate beauty caught my eye,
a million thoughts ran through my head, like does she have a guy?
Anyway, I wanted to place in an order for her
lay her down on the table and lovingly devour her

I stood frozen for a second imagining what I'd do
anything and everything I guess it's true
I wanted nothing more than to eat her ***** like lunch
get up and **** her over the counter,
serve her my **** like brunch

good God how'd I think like this in a restaurant
a buffet at that
well lust can take over,
at the drop of a hat

We're so so very sorry
but the poets brain you've requested is currently under maintenance.
We do apologize for this but
he really is down for the count
not the puppet but he is broken and fatigued
tired of putting words into verse, at least until his head and art get back into sync I think I need rehabilitation from my own head creating is a burden I'm certain that I'm not even that good anymore when I was just starting I was full of life and vigor...
now I just feel like a chore,
someone else's mess to clean up...