Online Dating Rap WHUT!?! Romantic Iambic IMproVerse Free Verse Rap Poem

I’m online
trying to find
a must dance/
and romance./

But I get no answer/
‘cuz she’s a tiny dancer./
She’s afraid I’m going to pants her./
She won’t give me a chance no sir/
So I tried good-looking girls/
from around the world./
Do you see me want to hurl?/

Even though I rock,/
There’s always some young jock/
Who’s cougar chasin’,/
Showing off his … sock
It’s so frustrating:/
They should play in their own sandbox.
Give us old guys a chance/
To show what romance/
Would
and could
and should be,/
Would she
See?/

I am the epitome/
of the Renaissance Man/
because I can/
fix her pipes!/
No hype,
and be her type:/
the guy she’s looking for./
I can give her more/
of life experience./
because I’m that man.

But do
you
give me/
The chance/
To dance?/
Don’t you believe in the romance/
I wear on my sleeve?/
You want me to leave?

l grieve/
And not believe/
You’re wanting to date.
You say you’ll wait/
And you won’t settle/
But you won’t test the metal/
Of the salt-and-pepper gents/
Who’s got /
What?
Experience?/

Does that even make sense?/
Some may try that dance/
Because I can give you more
of what you’re looking for/
Because I’ve got more
from my head to my floor
you can’t even reach around
All the me you found.

I’m not asking you to buy it.
I just want you to try it.
It’s not like you have to shop/
At some thrift shop./
But you should at least stop/
In the lane./
It’s no game./

Stop And look
And be nice
and don’t judge the book;
Just sample
the merchandise
No matter how ample
I am
because
if you knew how ample
I was
you’d trample
to get a sample.

What?!
That’s no surprise./
It’s all about shoe size.
Poof
I’m outee
In my Audi.

Vulnerable Open: Romantic ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

She stood,
arms outstretched,
lungs deep breathing,
gasping for air,
to pull back into her
the truths revealed,
that he’d somehow
yanked from her,
opening her up
and examining every
hidden
part,
without her tacit permission. /

And yet she welcomed it,
yearned for the understanding that/
incredible insight gave,
begged to know/
even as she was known,
and understood,
and covered,
and buttoned up,
like a trenchcoat
she’d once wore,
and only she knew
what was underneath,
or wasn’t.

And she wondered/
who/
and how/
and if/
she’d ever let/
someone /
again/
unbutton it/
and her.

And she knew/
that some day,/
some time,/
the London Fog/
would lift, /
and sun /
would shine/
again,
back-back-back-back,
deep in
the center field/
of her heart,
and she’d again/
get to run home.