I was going to write a poem
about a boy
& a girl
but I got quite *******
this evening
& I'm feeling quite proud
of my curls

I dashed away a bit of
***
& thought
I'd rather have tequila
he touched my
hips
& his tongue slipped
"well, I'd rather
be your
dealer"

then deal me down
& send me
to the sharks
for I've lost my taste
in winning
I'll lick your sweet
disdain
whenever the rain
comes so you'll
know


*its only the beginning