once there was this girl
who's name is irrelevant
as we speak of her at the present time
now this girl of whom we refer
had a cup that overfloweth
with something much sweeter than wine
it took quite a lot
to make this said girl
turn her back on her construction site in the sky
when finally distracted- though brief and half hearted
and most likely accompanied with a sigh-
her thoughts were astounding
"Ingenious!" said a few
definitely worth turning an ear
she would stand tall and proud
take a deep breath and let go
to all who were willing to hear
prophetic words dripping with profundity
dribbled sweetly from her painted pout
and the heads that she turned
were numerously ignored
as she tried to convey exactly what she was about
but to her great surprise
her words were muted
for underneath her mouth sat her tits
and funny she hadn't noticed
as she grew passed the age of drink
that nothing ever spoke louder than this
and this totally shocked her
no longer able to pass even remotely for just one of the guys
not her knowledge of the world
nor video game skills
could compete with what was hidden between her thighs
to be a commodity- to be thought of as hot
was always in the back of her mind
but once it was a reality- staring her in the face
she wanted only a hiding place no one could find
and she tried not to think
of the ways of nature
or what was expected of human beings
and how she could be sure
that after giving in to sin
it was her that they were still seeing
she finally relented with a torturous deliberation
to let go of herself and her soul
she gave herself over to that guy with that grin
that wailing guitar and the never ending green bowl
but to ensure her individuality
and to be sure that the picture he held of her
was forever and ever the same
she fucked him madly
and passionately
and deeply
but never once, not one time
gave her name