1/26/05
You're shinning up at me.
A rusted gold
With thoughts untold,
You grin with twisted glee.
Four, five, six,
All together you mix.
A worth so low
So you may never know
The problems yet to fix.
Seven, eight, nine,
I'm glad to know you're mine.
So smooth and cool
Only a fool
Would think you a waste of time.
Ten, eleven, twelve,
In my pocket you swell.
I hold you tight,
With all my might
For I'm sure you'll help me dwell.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen,
Their cursing thoughts so mean.
But do not worry,
They'll be in a furry
When your masses are seen.
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen,
Of you they are not keen.
They see your shell
And on it they dwell
But they forget on you they lean.
Nineteen, twenty, twentyone,
In their pocket you weigh a ton.
They throw you out
And at you they shout:
"To have you is not fun!"
Twenty two, twenty three, twenty four,
They hate you but ask for more.
They're filled with greed,
On your kind they feed,
To them, you are their whore.
Twentyfive, twenty six, twenty seven
Counting you is my heaven.
You are my bliss,
Without you I would miss
The one that I named Keven.
Twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty,
They scoff at how you're dirty.
But counting you
Will always do
Because with me you're always flirty.
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