Random Poetry

Aye Dread
Nice to see you again.

So why can’t she
Just smile at me?

Looks good working it out
Breathing open-mouthed;

My semi manliness
Manifests my interest...

Must look nuts
Happening to be just

Here when she is
But I really wanna be where she is.

She’s a dread.
I’m a dread.

So why won’t she smile?
Fine sistas are like that all the time
I’n it?

I look buff, fit whatever,
How do I get to her?

Got to get her to smile
Just one time
I’n it?
(16-10-2008)