Ive smoked five cigarettes
Two cloves
A cigar
And a bowl;
Drank until I could drink no more
But she wont go away.
Nine tails of foxy love
Swishing
Touching my chin Reminding me of how long its been
Since I shared a bed with another.
(Maybe the fox is one hell of a lover.)
She likes me.
Thinks Im funny.
Suave.
Romantic.
Worth a shot.
She hugs me and I feel warmth
Under her auburn fur
And I cant help thinking that she just
Maybe
Might
Be serious this time.
She offers love and power without fail;
And all I have to do is grow a tail.
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