I know how high your shoes are
and the paste you wear on your head
I don't want to **** you off
for it get's rather awkward

I won't bust your rule
so please don't bust my *****
I just want to write, without any spite
for I so don't want it to get awkward

I bounce liken to a balloon on a distant beach
don't care whom you do beseech
I try to come to terms with you
yet, to my sin, it gets awkward

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris