You say that you enjoy people I don’t think that is true You want to be a pure steeple And lord it over fools

The waves, curls, cowlicks; Your idiosyncrasies Make me love you more.

Agile Mobile Versatile Tactile Virile

I like pretty girls With really tight curls That know how to dance and move me They gyrate and flex And downright perplex

I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile

Ev’rything about my life Tells me that you’re poison If you’ve ever heard of me You know I don’t listen

My soul knew that I can’t accept A fucked up view or perspective So threw me to the darkest pit To let my love be beacon lit

I thought that she Could be the one I thought that we Were having fun And then I spoke

I crave the things I like And not the ones I don’t If that makes me an addict, then Apologize I won’t

If they push you Push back And go for the throat

I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu

If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?

Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you

Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow With tender leaves And shoots of peas