I’m always teetering on the edge baby
Thirty Six feels like the new Twenty One lately
Do you love me? Or do you hate me?
I’ve got that Pinot Noir and a lit cigar
Im going Cuban in my crisis with a missile
Who you choosing? Tell me in private
I’ll invite it and agitate you a little
Let’s annotate those last lines I scribbled
The wine and cigar are a celebration
The missile is my **** the crisis is agitation
It’s quick wit and the lines seamlessly fit
Its legit I think too much about the pink
The connection I get from making you wet
Sets my mind free unlike the country Tibet

I spy with my minds eye
Something beginning with B
B Cup ******* and blue skies
Blonde beaches and blue eyes
My minds eye envisions you and I
By the sea sipping from plastic straws
Where even ordering our next drink
Feels like a chore
Finding our balance upon these shores.

Hold my hand and I’ll find equilibrium
I could’ve used balance but I chose another synonym
Semantic relation is an example of a hypernym
When I wrote that I felt like a clever clogs
But when I’m with you I feel like a God
That’s a nod to myself I have to applaud
Lord, you know how to try my patience
I patiently wait but you seem to be vacant Chewed and spat out like gum on the pavement
Have I lost my lustre? Am I Blockbuster?
If I am I wanna know who’s Netflix ******
I’m just being paranoid but thoughts flutter
I stutter and wonder grinding my gnashers
Down to the gums like nothing matters.

I spy with my minds eye
Something beginning with B
B Cup ******* and blue skies
Blonde beaches and blue eyes
My minds eye envisions you and I
By the sea sipping from plastic straws
Where even ordering our next drink
Feels like a chore
Finding our balance upon these shores.