Blonde./
Witty./
Pretty./
Fond/
of life’s/
ebb and flow,/
and lack of strife./
She sat by a piano,/
speaking of her kid./
She asked me/
if I’d write her poetry./
So I did.

I’m worth more/
than pacing the floor/
like i do with you./
You dont want me to,/
so I won’t anymore.

I heard U say/
yer calendar’s open/
2sday./
I’m hopin’/
it’s still that way;/
I can take U away./

But that was b4/
yer burden was more./
I can wait/
or go./
Let me know!

As I stumble upstairs to sleep,/
I wish could take your pain, deep,/
and make it my own,/
or that you could loan/
it to me,/
until U found/
tranquility.

Do U know what it’s like/
2 get unexpected lite/
in a dark, dreary place?/
How U placed/
a smile on my face?/

Don’t refrain;/
share yer pain./
Let me b there./
I care.

Why did you kick me/
so completely
/to the curb/
and out of your life?/
The nerve!/
Or is it because you’re a wife/
and mom?/
Is that how come?

It’s bulls*it!/
We don’t match?/
BS! U no it!/
Yer scared. That’s the catch./
If U change your mind/
and find/
U want 2c/
the real me,/
I’ve no doubt/
U’ll seek me out.

I want 2b yer sheraz/
becuz/
yer lips will drink me in./
I want 2b yer merlot,/
U no,/
and yer affections win./
I want 2b the cab/
U must have./
B4 bed,/
sip me instead.

What’s the sequel/
2 being/
yer intellectual equal?/
Does it have meaning?/
Do U/
need a soul/
2/
help control?/
Can a brain play a big enuff part/
when there’s no heart?

I thot of U 2day./
That’s what they all say./
Will they ever do anything about it?/
I doubt it./
Thinking/
thots,/
like drinking,/
ought/
2 create/
more than a headache.