(punk boy.
the poetry you have me
spewing, is less then remarkable.
but your eyes are the blues blue
I have ever seen.)

blue-eyes, I found the music
I need to have on when
laying you down in poetry.
rap. Ludicrous preferably,
but nelly is fine too. this is
either because you get me;
so horny I can barely stand it,
or, it's because I only said
about two words to you before
finding myself under you.