The Radiopants Dance

poemsex

roses are red

violets are, too

wait that’s not true

i mean some are probably violet

i don’t know for sure

i’m partially colorblind

which doesn’t really affect that knowledge

it’s still just a thing i could know

despite my partial colorblindness

i mean, it’s not terrible

i just have trouble with greens and reds sometimes

like i know what each looks like

i’m not stupid yeesh

but when they’re next to each other

they kind of blur together

don’t worry, i get by

anyway back to the roses

let’s assume that they’re red

cause that’s the color of blood

which is what flows to my penis

when i think about you

oh and the roses are figurative

i didn’t physically buy you roses

there are no roses to be had

know that

but if you could just feel like i got them for you

that would help me out a lot

so imagine i totally got you roses, baby

be really happy and like me because of it

because i got you so much roses for you

also i made you that food you like

but it’s the microwave kind

unless you’d prefer something else

in which case I can go out and get some

as long as it’s the microwave kind

i’ll drive a car, which i own

which I admit does not make me stand out at all

anyway back to our genitals interacting

or, whatever, we can just hold hands

it is, after all, our first poem together

or we could talk from opposite ends of the room

anything you want

anyway

the end

you’re welcome for the orgasms