See her? She has it all.
He sleeps at night
and dreams of her.


Even the Moon
grows jealous
of his dreams.


He see her every day
on the train;
they do not speak;
she sits in one place,
he in another.


She looks
good enough to eat
he thinks.


He can't wait
until they speak,
until they meet,
make love,
sit and smoke;
have a joke.


See her? She has it,
he doesn't, he sits
looking at her
he has the hots;
inside he wastes,
inside he rots.

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