Me…
I’m that fly girl
Without the git.
His girl on the fly,
The one he thinks
He want to see
But don’t call.
(That fly on the wall)
Cause she
Distracts from he.

They just words is all
That spill seemingly deep
But my mind lay in factual
Repose and near sleep.
I poke at this like every other
Thing of interest to study.

Oh man my body’s tight
Need some hand to knead me.