Whatever it Takes, (To Make You Laugh), a Poem
My New Great Thing is (Just Laugh!)
I troll POF, not for dates,
but to correct guys spelling.
As you can imagine...
it's not appreciated
from someone who
"Jus wnat sum pusy."
"Sarah, what's wrong?"
I titter endlessly just
writing the words,
nevermind the cro-magnum diddles,
I ain't no Lady!
I reply, "No, your not!"
and if you were, I sure
wouldn't let you on the stagecoach!
You want a man with *its,
or a woman with no brains,
which is what a man with *its is!
The conversation envariably lags.
I invite the man with *its to a chess game.
whereas I begin to titter once again,
and write the fine, self described Capitalist,
as something Camille Claudel shrieked to
Rodin's garbage cans.
You Know it! Further silence! Ohhh!
Sarah, What's wrong?
Can't you play chess
with a grown ass hot woman?
titters on my side,
I'm still laughing,
and I'll be surveying the battlefield soon
Oh. Just Laugh!