You see sometimes you don't want words to describe you, what you desire is to feel it simply because writing it would mean giving it a shape, a form ,an account. And you don't want that. All you want is to seize what the moment is embracing you in. Giving it words means to define it,to be able to put it in words which makes the overwhelming mess small, and you can't give words to something that is indescribable, larger than life. So maybe that's why we don't write everything. Some things just lives in that moments and like  fireworks burns brighter than fire enlighing your whole dark life and then dies in that instance, both defying and denying the night of your impending life.

There are ladies on the internet
Who are offering me joy.
They say they can transform me
To a man instead of a boy.
Another guy has promised me
A massive ***** size.
I’m not sure I am comfortable
To that talk from a guy.

Another woman from Nigeria
Said her husband has died
With a bank account chock full
Of Krugerands inside.
All they want from me they say
Is a check for one grand
And they will put half of the gold
Into my greedy hand.

Now, that and the ***** ladies
They say live near my place
Are part of what the internet
Pushes daily into my face.
But I have become smarter now
And I fully understand
That buxom comely lass is really
A fifty five year-old man.

Bill Gates will not be sending me
A lifetime Disney Park pass.
And there are no fifty dollar diamonds,
They are all made of glass.
There is no secret bank account
In Nigeria, I truly feel.
But that pill that makes my ***** grow?
Now that, I am sure, is real.