pana slam

Feb 21, 2008 13:44

i figured i'd post this already....everyone seemed to like it at the open mic.

inspired by a livejournal entry, inspired by my inner dork

Out of My League
I’ve come to the realization
That I can’t talk to “pretty”

And for me
It’s pretty to simple to see
That every time I look at her
My words tend to slip
And my letters tend to trip...

On her…VOWELS
Two U’s
Two separate views
That I can’t take my eyes off of!

But…I will

Cause it’s adamant....
Cause when my eyes met yours it was extravagant

So when I begin to mumble
And stumble
I begin to wonder...

WHERE IN THE BLUE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?!

I’ve come to the realization
That I can’t talk to “beautiful”
And it’s suitable for me to clarify this..

“Matt Pana has no game whatsoever.”
I refer to myself in the third person to emphasize this point.

Because every time I bump into her
And every time I talk to her
It’s the same thing

It’s like I died,

And wound up in ridiculously-good-looking heaven.



I’ve come to the realization that I can’t talk to “pretty”.

by vowels, i meant chesticles, or "boobies"

...i just negated all my artistic ability didn't i?
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