I’m
not gonna lie
I
like when it’s hot outside
And
you drip all over my hands
Like
a penguin’s shame
You
are a time piece I keep close
To
the gat in my underpants
Sometimes
I take out your slugs
And
count them feverishly
Slip,
slide and away
I
was nearly dreaming
When
I woke up and remembered
The
Beatles broke up long before you were conceived
It’s
all in how you present yourself to the world
I
imagine you carry yourself like an umbrella
In
a black rainstorm, never missing a step
And
always wishing you had fucked Michael Douglas
I
picked up the bad habit of name dropping from my mom
It’s
a horrible habit and one I wish to quit before it’s too late
Sometimes
when I lay myself down to sleep I pretend the sky
Is
a chalkboard and all my fears and anxieties are erased away
I’m
not gonna lie
You’re
oftentimes the only thing that gets me writing
I
hunker down and think about your ink and it leaves me hot and bothered
You
inspire me more than the subs I get from Ferrara's Imported Foods and that’s
saying a lot
Charles Cicirella
4/30/19 
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