Poles apart but it’s cool

I met a city female from
A different frequency
Do not even know
what number it was..
Hoping for a blockbuster
But got He-man 3

She was full of angst
I was not
She kept checking phones
Mine was off,
She looked very average
But in photos she’s not.

Only so much juice
I want to get her
Sober little pout
When I am on
Jamaican Dragon Stout

And then she was surprised
When I left to see my guys,
To have some ‘fun’.
Something she couldn’t give
Not even one joke
Or a laugh was evoked
So I linked the man-dem
for a good ol’ Belgian bun
With a cherry on top


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