Beautiful, Wonderful Woman
If I were another man or a person who deserves
the embrace of some that look like you, the freedom to touch those curves.
I have limits, handicaps, and urges all the same.
I won’t give two shits, suffer purges, and pretend like my fool ways didn’t get me fame.
I won’t give two shits if you are only as nice as you are on the surface
only to stab me through the temple after you put me to sleep with a number nine kiss.
Is it a potion, your lips?
Divide my bones by sixty-eight. I’ll give your quotient. Three. One belongs between your
hips.
Beautiful, Wonderful Woman,
to see your smile, I’ll pledge my soul not to sin.
Glorious, majestic somehow,
I only wish I could offer you a trustworthy vow!
Today is sun-shiny rain.
It’s a taste of heaven seeing you dancing all wet, all vain.
I’d lasso the moon. I give you my word that I would!
But 'US’ cannot work. I know it just never could.
Beautiful, Wonderful Woman,
More commanding of respect than mother hen,
You are more like an eagle, less like a wren.
And I know you’ve the heart of a Lion–
—ness.
You lahc up my heart somehow when you speak.
Makes me feel lost like that time at Bear’s Creek.
You are the essence of what I seek, see.
But I can only appreciate you in secret, humbly, discreetly, Meek Lee.
I would ask a request that you, next time we meet,
have a nice long note of what goes on for you, or make it short and sweet.
For my kind of guy is the kind that likes words pretty well.
And prefer it if you would, that you occasionally, structurally mis-spehl.
Cuz dis langwuj fir folk who soundeded it it-out.
Learning, I misread ‘Luke.’ and also, misread 'Stout’
Luhhhh-keyyyyy. Luhhhh-keyyyyy. “SOUND IT OUT! SOUND IT OUT!!”
Stowe-Uhhhht. Stowe-Uhhhhhht. “SOUND IT OUT! SOUND IT OUT!!”
So, you must see my lady
that reading for myself was very far from free!
You must know my dear
that the woman slamming her hand on my little desk filled me with fear.
There’s a boy in this universe with a severely bruised brain.
From volume abusing adults who I know now were insane.
So now he is grown but his emotions are blown
From a spin-out of the van in the lane. And a life defined by pain.
I’m really not making excuses! I’ll let the devil write his truces
with my parents so that for their financial betterment, I’ll be stupid.
Fuck pouring my heart out to people I really think are potentials. Fuck Cupid
For making it to where I can’t be with you. Now THAT makes me livid!
Pretty nice, pretty thoughtful woman,
Maybe I should strip down to very little and wander high-desserts like a shahman,
Forget that life around others hurts so much.
Go to no-mans land and remove the option of unlimited sin,
Look into the power of touch and the glory of darkening skin,
Starve and thirst all in His hands,
Keep only the Torah five and study those commands.
And eventually drown in the golden quickening sands.
In the meantime,
Beautiful, Wonderful Woman,
I’ll try a rhyme
for the win.
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