When I walk by a frat
I see a girl.
She’s someone like that
Someone like that

A corona in hand,
Man in the other carefree
Her smile forms a temporal arch from
Beat to beat.

"**** she’s hot"
The hottest thot
Of my thoughts
The thottiest blot
Of my frankly rotten
Mind.

If I was to put the thought into words
"**** she’s hot"
"Maybe not"
The layer of makeup does nothing to
Increase the depth of her ****** features.

Like Icarus,
"**** she’s hot"
"Maybe not"
I flew away hurt by how amused I was from the wiles of a silly woman.

Hah!
That’ll show her!

She smiled.
**** she’s hot,
Maybe not.

Maybe it’s envy,
Maybe it’s pride,
Maybe it’s fate,
Maybe I should leave.
Definitely I’m acting weird.

She smiled.
"****, she’s hot",
Huh.