3 Poems.
1.
I want to play
for as long as I'm allowed
in your space
of crazed uncertainty
And if my TIME runs out
before I'm satisfied
I'll get what want
before you run away
Because you would ask
too much, you say
But too much
TO COIN A PHRASE
is not enough
Away from your space
is nothing I want
and invasion would cut me up
good and proper
I contradict myself
when I ask such of you
I piss myself off
when you say the truth
so go on then, thankya
walk away from my path (see what I did there, honey?)
but of course there's a hole
where I least want it
RIGHT NOW
And holes feed on me inside
with all their MAGICAL POWERS
of your screams and groans
Maybe I'm a monster
but I'm a monster you... l...o...v...e
at the end of the (long) day
I still get to play
2.
To pass the time
this poem of mine
is written for you
and your animals too
I wait for a sign
though I know your all mine
I can't help but think
'wouldn't it stink?
if she was unreal?
oh how would i feel?
if it were my mind
that made you your kind
does that count as alone?
or should i not moan?
Because real or no
with your tan like snon
I'll always at least feel
with feelings i steal
that you are all mine
and you pass my time
3.
Kristina makes me wanna
ponder a wonder
in honour of her sexyness
and her insane flexyness
Kristina the manslayer
can tame the biggest player
her body is UNTOUCHABLE
and her shoes are insatiable
Kristina the long haired diva
she's like the goddess Shiva
Ice queen and dance extroadinarre
little people inhabit her pubic hair
KRISTINAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
BALLERINAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
She makes me feel all fuzzy
like a big bear who wants to bet BIZZAYYYYY!!!