Here is a poem that I wrote with very strong feelings. Its theme is Taco Meat. I'm not gonna say anything else, I'll let the poem say it all.
Dear Mr. Goodnight
Crispy tight, remove them from my sight
They are unsightly bad,
rough and just a tad—gross
Some women may appreciate it, Up against smooth skin
Why don’t you just rid yourself of it. Showing it bit by bit
Ohhhh is not a sound of pleasure
Seriously dude, it makes me itch.
Although you explain and make claims
That you think your blood is rich
with testosterone.
Nice, but I don’t need proof that you’re grown.
Because on everything I own, that has to be gone,
Before I touch your chest again
Sincerely,
P.S. I hope you can understand
Dear Mr. Goodnight
Crispy tight, remove them from my sight
They are unsightly bad,
rough and just a tad—gross
Some women may appreciate it, Up against smooth skin
Why don’t you just rid yourself of it. Showing it bit by bit
Ohhhh is not a sound of pleasure
Seriously dude, it makes me itch.
Although you explain and make claims
That you think your blood is rich
with testosterone.
Nice, but I don’t need proof that you’re grown.
Because on everything I own, that has to be gone,
Before I touch your chest again
Sincerely,
P.S. I hope you can understand
