It’s like he couldn’t stop himself from saying stupid things.
It’s like it was an impulse that he just could not keep in.
So it’s like it was an out-pulse but he didn’t miss a beat.
It was constant and confusing every time he tried to speak.
I always was a poet but I think that I forgot.
I’d overlooked to celebrate the rhyme in every thought.
I’d assumed that words escaped me but that just wasn’t the case;
I’d accidentally kept them captive, kept them in some quiet place.
Now I’m poeting my poe-hims, and my poe-hers, and poe-theys,
And the more I seem to poet, the more poems come my way.
Now I simply stagger, stumble, onto lines and onto verse.
Now the issue’s not the writing but that I need to learn more words.
I think that I’m a citrus fruit,
A lemon or a lime.
People say they’d like a taste, but just a hint is fine.
I’d love for once for someone to remove my outer peel
And taste my flesh, devour me,
And sate themselves with zeal.
Beneath the first enticing zest there is a bitter pith;
And even when the fruit is sweet, you can’t avoid the pips.
The problem’s not a segment, it’s the wholeness of the thing.
The problem is that once unpeeled, you can’t be peeled again.
I want to be your pocket monster
So I can Pikachu.
To be your girl with Charmander
Heart beating close to you.
Put me in your shirt Kakuna
And free my life of Gloom.
You’re magic like Abra Kadabra
So I don’t need much room.
E-Raticate all of my Fearow—
You know that you’re Machamp.
We are the perfect Duduo:
A rascal and a scamp.
So please don’t Growlithe you get angry;
Subdue your Poliwrath.
But if you can’t, you’re still not Ghastly—
You always make me laugh.
You might have moments when you’re Krabby
And maybe so do I…
But even if I’m a Weedle cranky
I still think you’re divine.
At best I know it might sound Oddish
But life can’t Tauros apart
Because a world without your kisses
Would simply break my heart.
I’d really hate for me Jynx this;
I know it sounds Farfetch’d.
Let’s Rapidash or be Slowpokes,
Whatever you think’s best.
Just be brave and take a Chansey—
I promise I’ll be true.
Staryu, Starme, let’s be star-we
And let’s make Mew Mewtwo.
It’s not that tricky to de-Scyther
And I won’t Raichu code.
The only thing I want from life? A
Tiny pocket abode.