Yes I fucking love you.
And peach ice cream.
and fucking awesome grape chapstick that is orange.
And sexy pictures of me.
and black eyeliner
And you
and me
and us
and that chapstick
and eating that ice cream while wearing that chapstick
talking to you talking to me looking and fucking sexy pictures of me
OH
and boys
and that thing three lines ago plus boys
this is stanza two
I think I'll make it rhyme
well maybe not
this is stanza three
It will be longer than the last
But it will not rhyme
just go kinda fast
Hey I cut my hair
and then dyed it twice
goddamn I love peach ice cream
goddamn I love that I'm hot
Maybe I should call this poem "Goddamn"
But maybe I should call it "and"
...because you know...in that first part
where I kept saying "and"
or I should call it "dictionary"
Because you know what sucks?
that orange and purple don't rhyme
because they're lonely for rhyming
so they sit
and sit
...sit...
and sit some more
and sit while they're eating peach ice cream
and licking their chapstick
and staring at damn sexy pics of me
and talking to Al
because Al fucking rocks
Hey I'll call it "AFR"
For Al fucking rocks
even though it's not about that
it's alllllll about the ice cream
Stanza four says:
I love your
ASS
This poem was brought to you by the letter X
and the number 19
and the words Alfuckingrocks
oh by the way I do too
me and my hair and chapstick and ice cream