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Look at you this morning
trottin' around in your little black undies
puffed up smug full of vigor.
quite fetching.
What's next Mr. Lean?
Will you buzz your hair
shave your mustache
abduct me with
his taffy laugh?
You're unbelievably smart
so in command
so no way in
so no way out
Throw your tiny head back
swallow every one whole.
Why not?
Mr. Lean.
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So what's Mr Lean throwing down his neck, Lolly? Illegal muscle-building/ libido-shrinking amphetamines, or uppers/downers/mother's little helpers... I like the openness of the ending. Good one.
This wasnt bad, I did however think it was a little soft in the aproach. The previous poem I felt your emotion, but to me this was just ok. Keep in mind, my view isnt the only view and someone will like it. I give it ** out of *****
