In the heat
of the midnight
with a stomach
so hungry,
completely empty
thinking some poetry
No one to call,
no one to brawl
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And I turned mad
thinking some kinky
think a thong
on the bottom of babe
appears real
going surreal
can a man write poetry?
being a bit paltry!
Come on!
switch on to reality
Maybe, it's a vision of blur
Maybe, it's a vision of blur
Really, it's a vision of blur!!
