This guy likes jalapeno bread
with jalapeno cheese
he eats both till his face turns red
screaming on his knees

He likes to work, he likes to play
but mostly it's the latter
He loves it when the skies are grey
because he daydreams better

It's true he isn't into cars
he's not a handy man
and when night comes he counts the stars
while his hand holds a pen

This guy then finally goes to sleep
and all that his dreams see
is you, some say that he's a creep
but this silly guy is me