Pride In Free-Fall
Pride In Free-Fall
She has an elfin smile and her walk is that of a provocative saunter
Akin to vulgar grace...
That bespeaks subtle, but positive arrogance
But for the life of me, I cannot read her face
I, who have studied at the feet of Kenneth and Alejandro...
This is not good – it’s bad
Maybe I’m suffering from dyslexia...
Maybe her face is speaking pig-Latin or perhaps, Patios
Oh, oh, there! An opening…
Her eyes are her Judas
Wow! I read passages in her eyes that would rival ‘The Songs of Solomon’’
Or moreover The Karma Sutra
Then I heard a voice, saying, heah, you lusting idiot!
So you wear size fifteen shoes and you have big hands – so what!?
Yeah, yeah, so you went from a GED to a PHD…
Does your PHD make you King Midas?
I tried to answer, but it came out like a Freudian Slip (Benedict Arnold!)
Yes, my PHD makes me poor…
It is why she is a scented flower in the wind….