*******br>Why does it make us stupid, huh I wish it was a formula But nothing’s free Most of the guys will agree with me Y’all will say it’s a unicorn Y’all will say it heals The way that I feel It’s difficult to conceal It’s also a meal.
*******br>It confounds us, huh Also called the puh And called many names I love it when y’all hide it behind your Hanes Your Way Was that too cliche? I’ll stop Hypnotize me while that puh pop Make that thing drop Ooh, she freaky She can’t be stopped
*******br>What it feel like I don’t know I just seen a glimpse Of a girl’s bush That made me go limp It **** sure wasn’t presidential She thought her Puh was transcendental Please More like it should be confidential She was a ** And she knew it And that was the moment that I realized *******br>Was a formula: Wait until you’re ready for that curricula
A poem about the most confounding thing in the anatomy.