Youth Vs. You
I crave you like cotton candy
Fluffy thoughts of you are randy
But you're coarse and oh so sandy
So I have to use my hand. E
I see the young girls ingestin'
At my age I find that testin'
Much prefer to get injectin'
Afterwards leave me to rest. In
My past the butterflies fluttered
Only when your name was uttered
Now my thoughts are oh so cluttered
And my love for you has stut...tered.
poem by Jarrod Pace
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