Girl in a Coffee Shop Hides in Her Sweater and Chews the Sleeve, While I Write Dope Rhymes for Y'all to Read

 The page acts like it's never

been touched before

with majestic lines

and hot metaphor 

poems are a touch 

a subtle breeze 

to refresh you on a 

pleasant day 

to make life better

one must open their mind

to pentameter, iamb, and rhyme

water rolls over rocks

brown eyes 

and brown hair that curls

she was more like a doll

than a girl

dolls are pretty

but cannot speak

cannot turn

and smile and wink

they don't sit

and watch flowers bloom

or have soft lips 

or nice, round, tits

round and round 

this poem runs around 

the room

hits his head on the furniture 

while his mom vacuums

the carpet is clean

and I'm awake

here is a subtle breeze 

and a pleasant day

did you know that 

a poem is like a touch 

a handshake, kiss, or a hug?

"I can't believe he 

writes about boobs"

"yeah, and Vilnius is the

capital of Lithuania 

what else is new?"

other than me

touching you