|Is it or isn't it me? I'll never tell!|
That's right. Another day has come and gone and I'm stuck here with this poem. So far my poems have failed to attract any scantily clad women -- at least they haven't attracted them to me. For all I know, you girls are reading my poems, tearing off your clothes and ravishing the first man that knocks on your door.
|Thanks! Now about switching your cable provider ....|
So, I'm going to try again.
You taste like Saturday night,
with a hint of Sunday confession.
trails of smoke follow your touch
and I burn.