My baby’s got Curly red hair Shimmering eyes Freckles to spare Likes to play games

Shake your ass Make a pass And let’s get down to business I’ve never seen A better dream

The worst thing we could think abo… Is that our tooth and nail don’t c… That we could bite and scratch and… And not make difference at all I hate to say, that will happen

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

I drank a fifth of rum last night It wasn’t worth the morning plight If I could do it all again I’d have eight shots... or maybe t…

I don’t see into future I don’t remember past I only know this present A gift, that too, shall pass

I have no tricks. I have no sleeves. I have only me. And that’s enough.

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

If they push you Push back And go for the throat

Ever seen Fawn on teet Wagging tail like dog? If you can’t Then I shant

Give me... A campfire, Smokes, And a bottle of rum; I’ll regale you all night long.

I’m not sure how I’ve come this f… From sinking pit to shooting star. Could it be when I loved my scars… Or when I chose to be this bard? Maybe, it happened, as a lark.

I’d like to find someone That celebrates my self Except this life’s taught me You can’t trust no one else They see your loving charms

Let me make Home for you That rivals Kathmandu Hugs, kisses