Knotch

Some of these girls will chase d_ck to the moon, If gravity wasn't in place, Pretending to be an adult way too soon, But still living up under your space... If a_s crack and cleavage could get a degree, My God they would graduate twice, But desperately seeking is failing to see, That society won't be that nice... It takes more than looks in some clothes way too tight, Or some heels that will alter their walk, To get the real deal and a man who is right, That actually listens to them when they talk... But they prefer to be knots on a belt, Like they really know how a man think, While parents deny all the signs they were dealt, With their hand lost to bluffs and a wink... The worst of it all is they think they're the one, That can make a boy into a man, But the mirror behind them was hung just for fun, As he plays them right into his hands.... Terry WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com