Lonely Lie

You and I had a wonderful date, we got dressed up, taught aerobics and saved Burma all before dinner.
During salad we flicked croutons at each other, helped cows give birth and saved all the pandas just in time for entrees.
You ordered pasta and I ordered steak, when we were done we ordered ships in bottles to make.
You kissed me goodnight, held me tight, told me you loved me and I couldn’t help but be
Guilty
Because this poem is lies, the biggest being you.

Ok, so there’s this girl

Kind of pretty
Ok not really pretty
But I’m saying that because she’s alright
You know, as a friend
You wouldn’t stay in contact with her after high school
But you’ll go and you know hang out
Ok well actually you’re hanging out
Because you like her brother
And the girl he’s dating is kind of slutty
Because you’ve gone to parties with her
This in turn makes me kind of slutty
But it’s more of like a in the closet slut
Like I do stuff in closets
While she’s all out in the open
About it, you know, being a slut
I think that’s why he likes her
But he can do better
Ok, I mean I’m better
He could do me
That’s not slutty, you know?