She She She...

I wanted to write poems today, It's so selfish, I know, But I kept seeing her face and I dreamed That she was there and that she was the Wisest human that I could know.

I wanted to write poems today About love and fire, Instead I was chastised with my own desire.

I wanted to write the great American Poem, But I got sick, drunk, or died. Dead, I received a blow to the head and Ego I was the amigo of some third world pig.

I wanted to write that poem that we could all answer too, But it all ended with a quick breeze and I ended up just being horny.

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