Empty And Hollow Poem by Dead Beat Poet

You somehow think fate will find you a mate,
who thinks you're not empty and hollow.
But what I think you really want,
is someone who likes to swallow.

When you cross paths don't lose their face,
one chance is all that you get.
It won't be that hard to get very far.
Then forget that you had ever met.

When you end up in the back bathroom stall,
forget the tender embrace.
Go for the gold put their breathing on hold,
if not down the throat hit the face.