They say a poem’s sure to scale the wall
To women’s fortressed hearts and hidden lust.
They say that chicks love sonnets most of all.
Romantic rhymed’ speaking is a must.
Most girls have never bothered reading stuff
That looks like lectures from an English class.
Those that do like sex talk coarse and rough.
But geeky poems never got me ass.
I’ve written piles of sappy emo prose
I don’t get laid. I don’t get diddly squat.
No odes to flaxen hair or fragrant rose
Have ever got me boobs to kiss or twat.
So screw those dick weeds speaking on the fly
These sonnets suck.
It’s all a fucking lie.
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