Maybe it's just a little late Maybe tonight isn't my night and it's all tucked away for no analysis or insight Spread your legs like a trident, and your wings like a dove Not my place to fill you full of MY love. Sore loser I become briefly because I don't qualify I know something you don't know: I look mean but I'm shy Slam the door on the way, your disappointment is comical The chances you'll be coming back---right---astronomical Poseidon's giant hand slams down on my heat to the imaginary jeers of the crowd I'll take a seat But there we are, once again To find out what it's about to dance, socialize, and maybe even fuck and for a minute quash the doubt Confidence is a virtue, but up against the vanguard I have, and play liberally, my only trump card Water dashes me against the rocks you be hackin Stop with the elliptical language, please I'm not trackin' Will it get done? Whatever I want to do And what makes you so sure It should be with you? Wasted time with bullshit Let's go up to the park but I beg off because I'm somewhere in the dark I deny the opportunity I seek the perfect one I wouldn't really know who it is if you put to my head a gun and the Trident makes its mark and the balloon begins to deflate and if I don't get away from here soon I'm going to be late.Birth sign: Aries
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