Standing alone at night on the window
As I look at the bright moon
I think that you would be doing the same
Hope it isn't a counterclaim
It feels like you come beside me soon
I can feel that shiver deep
The thought of not having you around
Surely makes me asleep
My girl longing for your touch
My love for you is such
The thoughts are nice
Just that you are feis Wems
Getting lust overprice; mad oo like you are in love
It would only make things worse and land you in a slough
Make money
It may not give all
But will make romances honey
That's what lasting bond befall
This is a modern era
Love needs it for bond not to collapse in depression like a caldera
Abi na lie¿
They chew gums in compacted face,
Cheek-bones lining made-up skin;
They belong to the golden race,
Of foaming coke and shriveled gin.
They stare at you like you were a slave,
All through your seven lives;
They do know how to behave,
But only with middle fingers five.
Rags cheap, faking overprice,
Skirts shorter than a Chekhov story;
They believe their tangled hair to be nice,
But blush at selfish flattery.
They have lips that throw sarcasm,
At their own starving selves;
They fall for their own dark chasms,
In deep thoughts when their brains delve.
The only knowledge they possess,
Is of others’ destination;
The only wisdom they impress,
Is of disconnected imagination.
I wonder how they ever pass,
In their examinations upstart;
They think their shoes are class,
But it’s their gray cells that’re apart.
Posing their hands as if they were fractured,
They proudly exhibit their flaws;
Girls with majestic gestures,
Usually come in cycle-rickshaws.
-Pin Dew (02/05/2017)
Note: This is only to show how a Burlesque is written, no offense to anybody. Also excuse if anything seems inappropriate. I ask for forgiveness beforehand.
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