In September the one skinny artist dude
sweat and grunted too much so I opted out.
Later that month the young gorgeous thug
wanted to be a professional escort so I saw him out.
In October the potential stalker felon cat
fell in love with an idea because of blood’s warmth so I scared him away.
A few weeks later the hardworking long haired cheater
just needed a really good regular release and stopped texting one day.
In November the polite pervy cute boy
was scared of seeing himself in me and ran but
In December the pretty hallucinogenic narcissist
wants to know how my day was and what I’m doing later and
like the narcissists often do wonders if I’m free
and he’s crazy, clearly…
(he reminds me of you)
so I won’t block him yet.