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Your witty writer
Tells you to spin
Continuously
While reading this.
Does your boredom
Long an
Unbridled dizziness
Like pressure with purpose?
When you fiddle
With your hair,
It’s for a riddle
And that man, you can’t miss.
That man will
Vacuum your floor,
Scrub the tub,
Do the dishes,
And cook you food.
That God-fearing man
Will never be rude
And treat your
Children like his own.
Let it sit on your spirit
That the butterflies
Caught me closer
To your heart.
That man’s hormones
Rise like making
Love on holystone
Till fun’s monotone,
But that man
Has you happy
Like a suicide ring
In a cereal box.
Your jittery jubilance
Takes a
Gondola nearby
Fluttering fish,
Rising in
Intangible confidence,
Giving me
A fuzzy feeling.
A man who can
Change the oil
To your hooptie
May also speak gibberish,
But he’ll say the
Right things,
Speaking your love language,
No matter what he does.
You’ll love that
He’s loyal,
Earning his daily bread,
So you’ll get a new car.
Sharing the same
Musical tastes,
You’ll love his body
Like his clothes.
The drums you hear
Will be like a massage,
Undressing you,
The superstar.
That gooey feeling
You have
Will be more effective
Than brainpower.
You’ll love that
He doesn’t force
You into religion
Just to criticize,
That he wants you
And wants someone else
To have you
If he isn’t for you,
And that he abstains from
Vulgar jokes,
But can’t stop gazing
Into your eyes.
You’ll love the man
Because he’s wise
And he’ll protect you
Because he’s in love.
Isaiah Lawrence 