Dingo raspberry pinched my waist and gave me a smile
Long fingers piano hands an’t spoke up in a while
The disco-von-rhapsody has awoken my mind
Inspired umami gestures not difficult to find

I love you I love you whatever else can I do?
Even if you run out of hair to run my hands through
What more do you want I have it all to give
Give me a sign let our ambrosial love live

Basketball spins on your callous dimpled fingers
Witch hands begin as your hastened dream lingers
Empirical something FUCK IT, just FUCK IT, I can’t stand writing, it’s so fucking boring and don’t want to continue. This poem ends here and I shan’t hear another FUCKING thing about it.

Said the tired fleshy bag tube sat at the keyboard.