Marshall New Poet Rhyme

Diary of a Soon To Be Madman, Entry 1

okay, so I'm just sitting there,
and she comes into the room.
My attention has become stuck,
I don't think they make brain glue.
Her hair just sort of flows,
like a rampant river of honey.
Her eyes hold me ransom,
But... but I don't have any money.
She glides like an angel,
into my, yes my adjacent seat.
My senses are intoxicated,
I bet she tastes sweet.
Wait, woah; 
my thoughts can't go there.
I've lost myself,
I have to leave here.
But she licks her ruby lips,
that's when my brain locks.
I suddenly can't breathe,
can't I loosen this throat knot?
She leans in for the kill,
I'm about to become a man!
My alarm clock starts screaming,
In a word: Damn.

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