a poem by Fabian Witzenbichler
I have this girl in mind, but first I want to make something clear:
This isn't the poem I submitted last year.
I learned, I improved, and became better,
Now I am a professional at writing love letters.
I have this girl in mind, she's beautiful like no other––
She's a spitting image of her uncomfortably hot mother.
Anyway, this poem is for this girl I'm wooing,
But every time I look at her, I somehow end up... drooling.
I have this girl in mind, she is extraordinarily fine.
She comes to me in my dreams all the time––
When the dream ends, and I wake up, I feel empty inside,
So I decide to go to the fridge, and eat leftovers from last night.
Food makes me happy; do I really need a girl in my life?
Well, she's always on my mind, so I guess she's worthy of my time.
I should ask her out, to go to the circus or whatever.
Wait, I'm afraid of clowns, I guess going to the movies would be better.
I have this girl in mind––I would build a wall for her.
I'd ask Trump for help; he's building one at the border.
Anyway, the point is, that chick is dang fine.
I hope that very soon she will be mine.