Cooley High

pretty tony fears woman who still look beautiful after they make him cum
lose track of time because the strength of his legs is nothing to worry about when the music is composed correct for the moment
slow dance into his dreams get drunk and hysterical in his nightmares and 2 step with his demons
her song couldn't have been cued any more precisely destiny wants him to win this game of Russian Roulette
tear flow from divine loners because Jesus hasn't been written to in a while and how s/he looks in a sinners eyes can make the most worshipped kings feel like a peasant shamelessly begging to be on the other end of a stare from Foxy Brown
a crown doesn't always find itself framing the scent of a queens hair slut's are more clever than you think
the erect penis often gets mistaken for the loving heart even though he can only be hard if oxygen can flow and he can only love when someone causes him to forget to breathe
the difference is hard to familiarize and at times he just doesn't know what he's looking for during nights when insomnia motivates him to be anywhere than alone in his bed
his favorite piano solo urging him to grab the breasts of the rhythm he feels because what can't be seen but felt undeniably doesn't feel violated when he does as he please
identity is not on the agenda tonight being the best he can be isn't something to give a fuck about because love has a higher exchange rate when the best has been felt throws away the checklist and places his pen where it can easily be found the bliss of not knowing what to write is more satisfying than having a cigarette when s/he falls asleep and he has a moment to himself
no words to describe because the proper letters run away when they're not needed the passion in her moans clearly signaled that it's one of those things where you just have to be
not there, not where, not on time, not in english, just be
the logic may sound crazy but perfect only comes after insanity has been conquered under what's considered brilliant in the art of war
black or white when he's hungry he has no sight only the comfort of whatever is there despite how they killed papa for reading him a story a beautiful picture tragedy and triumph surrealist artist of war grabbing guns to paint someone red to give to his valentine