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Don't Say It

Things have been okay,

I know this is December/May.

I'm not sure if you do.

Don't tell me you've got something to say.

 

Don't say those three words.

That's for the bees and birds.

Don't think of those four letters

Because I know a few that are better.

 

You're great to be around,

But I don't need the class clown.

Sure we can keep things moving,

But that will need more proving.

 

Don't care if you want the top,

I'm content with the bottom.

I'll let you frisk me like a cop

If you say I'm not the one.

 

I guess I'm out of luck

Because you don't want to fuck.

As far as I'm concerned you can get bent;

Haven't you ever heard of false advertisement?

(A/N:This poem, like others on the site, is written from the perspective other than my own and does not reflect my own opinions.)