It Just Doesn't Fit
I Guess You Must Acquit
isn’t love frivolous
in our exchanging of plans
a business deal of emotions
with intertwining demands
isn't love waggish
with a clever riposte
unaware of the catfish
until you've been ghost -(ed)
isn't love flippant
losing all seriousness
said you did, when you didn't
full of spuriousness
Isn't love glib
dressed it up for a show
a serious comic strip
with a punchline of gold
Isn't love foolish
we wear our hearts on our sleeves
the true, merely blueish
changing what it really means
isn't love giddy
an irresponsible act
just speaking glibly
with promises we take back
but, boy how we crave it
walking on fine lines of glass
like trying to fit
skinny jeans on my ass
it just doesn't work
no matter how hard I try
I twerk and I jerk
but I just can't zip up the fly
so, I'll just enjoy the sweet thought of it all
there is no need to fuss, there is no reason to bawl
afterall what would I write of, if I fell into love
I'd be mimicking OJ, if it fit like a glove
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (2)
Good job, Kelli. These lines just about sum it up: "a business deal of emotions with intertwining demands"
Great work you have here, but that last line why did you bring OJ into it.