Would you like to see me
Singing you about stars and magic
Tragic, whimpering haptics
Tricks and tips, kissing lips
Love-handles your hips
Trips, and malt brewed sips
Equips, my amygdala hits
Hots to every bits
You were lit.
Would you like to see me,
sit and chew my teeth
Working hard and grit
With jitters of ideas I rip,
When the heavens sent a gift
My spirits uplift
Shift, my tensions creep
Like a drug it whips
Shivers my wit
Writing poems I keep
Yes, we’re both sick
Pouted lip like a bird beak
Eyebrows on fleek
Wrists on flick
On one two bleeps
You’re personality clicks
The signals are weak
Then his phone beeps.
Now take a sneak peek.