If I were a book,
I’d be a cheap thriller
Worthy enough to pick up quickly
And put down all the same

If I were some sort of sweet,
You’d swear it couldn’t get any better.
Upon your lips,
You wouldn’t find one as *******.

If I were a drink,
Without me, surely you’d
Die of an unquenchable thirst
For more.

If I were a light bulb
Halogen it would be.
Bright as the sun
With an everlasting source

If I were an animal,
I’d be endangered.
Close to extinction.

The rare beauty
That everyone wants
On their mantle

I often go to those who like what they can touch
Who love only my backside in the firelight
And ask for my hand in what
Should be a matrimonial experience

I write when I should study
I read when I should play
I will always live for no one.
Such is my day.