Bemusedly my muse
Claims this not a ruse
Oblivious and unaware
I did this on a dare
But alas who cares
I’ve got’er by the hairs
Short curlies of course
Screamin till she’s hoarse
This is my God
This is my addiction
More an affliction
These words I spit
The hairs I split
Semantics for the people
Games in the steeple
Crossing the eyes
And dotting my tease
Do what the fuck you please
Please?
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