I Met A Freak

I ran across this freak-nick, while attending a Grizzlies’ game

I sat right there beside her and she dropped that ancient name

She said, Hi Charlie, how’s it hanging, and yes, I am a freak

They call me Mona Lisa, and bet your ass, I do get geeked

I’m all about my business and never down with being stressed

So, if you want to get physical, come help me out this dress

We can do the nasty under the stands, down there on the floor

But, do it with respect, because I’m not your average whore

I said, damn skippy; lead the way. I dig your sexy body

Not to complain, my name is James; now, who the hell is Charlie

Oh, never mind, we’re wasting time, let’s go and do the do

Cause I’ve got mad ambitions of what I want to do with you.

And not to trust her stuff to faith, I jimmied up my rod

I know I’m not a gigolo, but, damn I did the job

I cronk’er up, a notch or two; a rhythm she kept matching

Until I got in overdrive and pounded out the passion

I flipped her, tossed her, filled her up, and brought her to her knees

That was one day that I’ll never forget, and she was so well pleased 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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