Def Poetry
this is my new favorite poem.
Like - Mike McGhee
Man I like you
I like you like blue whales like to say oooooooooooooo ooooooooooooo ooo
I like you a whole a bunch of lot
You’re a pocket full of awesome
I like you similar to way pirates and frat boys like booty
Like David Copperfield likes performing grand scale yet lame-ass feats of illusion
Like the US government likes performing grand scale yet lame-ass feats of illusion
Like testicles and homeboys like to hang
Like homeless people and break-dancers like cardboard
Like Muppets like fisting
I like you a whole bunch of a lot and whole lot more times infinity
And maybe that’s starting to dip into to the whole equation of love
Nevertheless I’ve got a thing for you
Like magnets got it for refrigerators
I’m stuck on you
And I like it
I like you an official metric fuckload
I think you’re a body full of soul and I hope you like me back
And I guess I’m just tired of meetting people who define themselves by what they don’t like
I just don’t like that
But I do like holding you
The way your pillow holds your head when you sleep
The way gay, lesbian, transsexual, transgender, Irish, and Mexican people hold parades
The way the earth holds the moon and the sun holds the earth
And they’ll constantly spin around each other
Even though that analogy doesn’t really make sense in the context of this poem
Cause that would imply that there are three of us
Which would also be awesome
In my book you rock
And I like rocks
What the fuck?
Anyhow just cause I spent an hour or so writing this down
Doesn’t mean you have to like me back
But damn it I would really like that
Like - Mike McGhee
Man I like you
I like you like blue whales like to say oooooooooooooo ooooooooooooo ooo
I like you a whole a bunch of lot
You’re a pocket full of awesome
I like you similar to way pirates and frat boys like booty
Like David Copperfield likes performing grand scale yet lame-ass feats of illusion
Like the US government likes performing grand scale yet lame-ass feats of illusion
Like testicles and homeboys like to hang
Like homeless people and break-dancers like cardboard
Like Muppets like fisting
I like you a whole bunch of a lot and whole lot more times infinity
And maybe that’s starting to dip into to the whole equation of love
Nevertheless I’ve got a thing for you
Like magnets got it for refrigerators
I’m stuck on you
And I like it
I like you an official metric fuckload
I think you’re a body full of soul and I hope you like me back
And I guess I’m just tired of meetting people who define themselves by what they don’t like
I just don’t like that
But I do like holding you
The way your pillow holds your head when you sleep
The way gay, lesbian, transsexual, transgender, Irish, and Mexican people hold parades
The way the earth holds the moon and the sun holds the earth
And they’ll constantly spin around each other
Even though that analogy doesn’t really make sense in the context of this poem
Cause that would imply that there are three of us
Which would also be awesome
In my book you rock
And I like rocks
What the fuck?
Anyhow just cause I spent an hour or so writing this down
Doesn’t mean you have to like me back
But damn it I would really like that