Your antidemocratic approach to a backyard feast
Pointing class out with implicit twirls of ancient wrists
Structured as crystal beams of eloquence
Your peers only perceived expressionism spawning
I was enjoying the cold, wet surface of my bottle
Relentlessly closer to her grassy death
As it slipped out of my hand
My niceties trapped in a mid-west sky
Lame witness of chatters, drunk guys, a hi-fi...
While one character of the play stood out,
And that was
You
Very tempting
But i've got to go
Though i had a crush on you
I had a spell on you
"You should have tried"