Outcha' League
Have you ever liked someone but felt like you weren't worth it in their eyes?
No, no.
Leave that lady alone.
She is too much for you.
She ain’t for you, boy.
Look at the way them tan, plump legs
Walk that walk.
Look at those pretty, curvy lips
Talking that talk.
No, no.
She is out of your league.
You may be a scriber of
the organism’s emotion—
She may dance like
there is no tomorrow.
But, there is no correlation
between your writing regimen
and her dance routine.
Stay clear from that lady.
You are a simpleton.
She is so much more.
A titanic of greatness.
More like how
Darwin is to Aristotle.
Or Plato to Socrates.
You, sir
Have too much chips on your shoulder.
Shed the weight,
saves you the workout.
Or the pace that you walk
When you climb a new flight
of stairs to write your poetry on.
That lady is out of your league.
You been trying on her for how long?
Since high school, are you nuts?
Man, that was ages ago.
Give it up!
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