You are. And that is enough.
This poem brought to you by the best way to commit sexual harassment using a file cabinet at work:
shall we moon those young girls
with the full breasts and
wet sensual lips?
I know we must; each and every one.
as the morning sun
kisses your naked cheeks,
you cry, “I am so drunk!”
This poem brought to you by the best way to use your refrigerator to show you love someone when they suffer from a case of the munchies at 3:00am:
I say, “my goodness, dinner is magnificent”
as I slowly eat some delicious pie.
she begs me to snuggle, but I laugh deeply.
her eyes are ablaze and her blood boils.
she holds my neck and caresses my head.
her voice whispers softly in my ear,
“I cannot live without your warm embrace, baby.”
then the wench lights my hair on fire.
This poem brought to you by the best way to show you care and wipe out the magnetic strip on your credit cards at the same time:
voices in my head make me
blow my liquid man sugar
on her baby’s dinner
(Tasteful, no?)
