Tam Waxes Poetic
a nice Valentine's Day poem *ahem* I am not poetic Nor do I proclaim to be I guess I should have more words to say But I don't, unfortunately I look into your eyes Looking for beauty and light Instead all I see is one eye looking straight And the other looking to the right I look deeply at your smile Desiring warmth and hope However I see you left your partial at home And all I see is the back of your throat I reach out for a passionate embrace Craving a tingle or rush Unfortunately, I find your Axe body spray Is covering up barnyard must I reach out to hold your hands In hopes of feeling secure and safe Now I'm at Dr. Champion's getting ointment From when you put those rough sumbitches on my face Baby, I know I ain't poetic I have not one line of prose to utter However, I think I am a little gifted But you are just one ugly motherfucker -T. Wicks 2/4/2008