I wrote her a poem
so I could lay her
but I must admit
that neither was a work of art:
the poem or the lay
It goes that way sometimes
You just roll with the punches
and hope for the best
I mean, hey, you gotta do
what you gotta do
That’s all there is to it
I don’t have money
so I try to use poetry
I guess the problem is
that most women
are onto that scam
I try to wax poetic
and they get the Hell
out of the building
“Oh no, the would be poet.”
So I end up faring
poorly at both
I’m a failure as a poet
and as a stud
all that’s left now is
to roll over and die
I can’t write poetry
and I ain’t getting laid
Maybe I’ll become
a priest or a monk
At least then I’ll have
a legitimate excuse
And if the sex sucks
We tell everyone in sensual strokes.
You had me giggling.
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
you have to be able to laugh
you have to be able to laugh at yourself. Of course, it's easier if you learn to also love yourself. Well. too philosophical for me.