Here I'll leave my poetry,
for you to read when you think of me,
and I hope you know that when you do,
girl I'm not thinking of you,
I'm busy with her cute, cute face,
and her **** body all clad in lace,
and perhaps you'll wish you had replied,
before all of my feelings died,
cause now she's got me in her bed,
and you've just got my words instead.