Rhyming Love song for a corn-chip

 

 

If you were my bong water, I’d be the bowl

If you were the handcuff I’d be the bed pole

If you were the atom I’d be the quark

If you were the tree of life, I’d be the skin on yer bark

If you were my Tristan I’d be your Iseult that did go crazy with spiked- luck

If you were Jay Gatsby, I’d be the daisy you plucked

If you were my Socrates I’d be your guzzled hemlock

If you were a horny teenage boy I’d be your favorite cum sock

If you were a misanthrope, I’d be your cynic

If you were an STD I’d be your walk-in clinic

If yer body were the old testament I’d be your original sin

If you were straight up tonic water ,I’d be the gin

If you were my Nietzsche I’d be your caroling abyss

If you were all wet I’d be your clitoris

If you were the kayak I’d ne the paddle

Pin you on all fours and mount you, sans saddle

 

If you were the alphabet I’d be your vowel

After your workout I’ll be the sweat on your towel

If you were French royalty I’d wade in your court

If you were an unwanted pregnancy I’d be your abort

 

If you were stranded in space I’d be you breathing afflatus

If you were my facebook profile I’d be your hourly status

 

If you were a winking eye I’d be batting the lashes

If you were cremated  I’d be  your ashes

 

The way you swivel on that barstool is witty and flirty

If you were a martini you would be just a little bit dirty

You are the symbol behind every sign

I love how you are gentle and thoughtful and kind

I love how you smile with lips that do teem

and how you really are somehow everything I’ve ever wanted in a human being

 

 

 

 

If you were a Tao I’d be yin to your yang

If you were the universe I’d be your big bang

 

--Silly poem for Sweet-Tea and Sherry (lee)..twn lasses of light who rocked the gravity of my existence last autumn....(nothin' liek harboring a hardcore cyndi lauper fetish)....