Sans Titre
You’re so brand new,
wide-eyed, bright-eyed
you are so damn new,
and I’m a fool to want you.
Tiptoeing through teenage tulips,
whisper through these two lips
let me just give you a few tips…
We are far from through,
Just beginning this crazy dance.
Falling into another trance
All it takes is just a glance.
romance, I’ll take a chance.
You’re so see-through,
still covered in factory plastic
safeguard from life’s reality
it isn’t a fucking cup of tea
stick with me, kid, you’ll see.
* * * Side note: Fuck poetry. I hate being all artsy-fartsy ‘n shit. I just wrote this the other day because it’s the best way to try to get people out of your mind. Shout out to you, speshul-sumwun.
