The Poetry
I love poetry, Mallory! You wanna hear a freestyle?
Um, zee poetry? Oui, Carl.
One two, one two!
I need a broad topless
To keep my house spotless
Lips shiny or glossless
Can’t stop me I’m stopless
I’ve got this nasty cramp
Cause I’m jonesin’ for a tram-
Hey, what’s the matter?
Uh… well… I… Carl… I don’t really like…
It’s better than any rhyme you could do! You’d probably be like “Mmm…. duh… I’m zee shits…I don’t shave my pits…”
I wrote some poetry yesterday.
I… I could read it, maybe.
This is gonna be hilarious! Your flow probably moves like a naked bum screeching down a metal playground slide!
Zee poem, she is called “Lonely Lovers”, oui?
I’ll move slow to intense
Like I’m circling your nipples
Tracing body fat like water drops
That make concentric ripples
Sweat glides across your body
Like humid summer rains
Heat builds and rises upwards
As you thicken up your veins
Our skin it gently pulses
Sensitive to stimulation
I press my hands against you
To support my slow gyration
I can’t believe you wrote a poem about me!
I knew you wanted me!
I… Carl, she is only a poem… I zink you are confused. And I didn’t finish reading it…
There’s more? What did you find to rhyme with Carl?
Does anything rhyme with Carl? I’m checking Google!
I… I’ll finish zee poem now.
But I can only write
About what I need most
I’ll walk the earth alone
The lonely virgin ghost