Sweet stuff.
Bold and vivacious,
With some edges rough.
Your cream puff touches…
Moistens me much!
Let’s begin together,
To fill your cup up.
Hey you?
I like what you do.
You’ve got my head mushed with fluff!
I know what you’re doing…
When I see you switch and strutt!
I use to feel foolish,
Believing I could make the ‘cut’!
But you slowed your flow by me…
And with your wink,
You sent me luck!
Now let’s get that cream puff dripping…
Sharing and licking it up!
For what you know?Only to apply ‘that’To their lack of knowledge.Quickly believing experience comes easy.AND without effort!Only to fail at everything they do.To question why a ‘degree’ obtained,From ‘whatever’ prestigious school…Does not automatically declare them efficient!And a system ’employing’ their academic achievements…Is left in shambles!With maintenance and cleanup personnel,The only ones guaranteed jobs for life!
I was looking into the backyard,From a window in Ben’s kitchen.You have a rottweiler…And my daschsund for him,Is no competition.That ‘thing’ needs to be leashed.Muzzled and restrained!It’s obvious there’s no training going on…And I have refrained myself,From inflicting it with my brand of pain.Your dog bit my dachshund,When my pup took a poop at Ben’s.If…
Don’t treat me likeYou think I need defeating‘Cause you’re the one who’s getting it.Inflicting it with wickedness.Don’t act like that,Don’t!Don’t do it.Don’t do it!Don’t act like that,Don’t.Don’t criticize,To hide your pack of lies.Don’t act like that,Don’t!Don’t do it.Don’t do it!Don’t act like that,Don’t.Don’t come to meLike a game to beat.Don’t act like that,Don’t!Don’t do it.Don’t…
You will leave them believing…They are innocent of their misfit ways.And they had nothing to do with,A way of life that for all has decayed.With halos adorning upon their heads.And wings attached from their backs to spread.If you sit and listen!If you did not know!If you thought of them victimized…In a world they themselves did…
I hate to even make it.I wont be renewing my love at all.Oh-oh…No no!I’ll be happy with a cat and glad of that!It wont have painted nails,Or sit around getting fat.I wish I could trade you for a new Cadillac.Oh-oh,I’d be ready to go!And I wont be renewing my love at all.Oh-oh…No no!I wont sit…
You may be looking for style and meter,Rhythm and rhyme expressed…With imaginative images,To reveal a happy or empty mood!But sometimes I do not create,To please you at all.You are the furthest thing from my mind!Sometimes.And If I don’t like it…You’re not going to see it anyway!That’s just how it is!Sometimes.Sometimes it’s about me.I do not…
