Principle Poem by ally gunther

Well baby don't you work on,
Principle?
Counting the seconds,
You're distracted for
Honey,
You're just sleeping around.

Rules don't apply to you,
An Oedipal complex,
As long as they ditch the outer layers.

But how long will that last for?
Does the buzz stay?
Blow it all away.
Keep the pleasure.
Make em' sway,
And swoon.
With physicalities,
Outwardly beautiful

But can you fit it all in?
Your mind's blocked,
Like a lost,
Game of tetris.
Arms dam walls
Filled to capacity,
It's a wonder,
You don't overflow.
Clothes lost in the tatters of your tardiness
Too late whoops you've built up the battlements.
Polish your nails sweetie
Make em' all pretty,
Nevermind the underneath,
The needy and gritty,
Dirt,
Flirt.

Too bad mummy's,
Not around to set some rules,
To busy to review,
Your harmful principles.