Real Bad Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I will wear my tattered, cracked boots.
And I know they look horrible,
When I dress up in a suit.

But I am not on a pursuit to impress,
For digesting eyes to accept that effect.
I am out to get things done in my comfort.
And-to-do-it atmybest!

'Well, how bad do you want it? '

Real bad!

'How bad do you want it? '

Real bad!

'How bad do you want it? '

Real bad!
It's in my system and I can't resist it.

'Well, how bad do you want it? '
Real bad!
'How bad do you want it? '
Real bad!
'How bad do you want it? '
Real bad!
Like a piece of scrumptious chocolate cake.
And near my lips with a tease to taste.

'Well, how bad do you want it? '
Real bad!
'How bad do you want it? '
Real bad!
'How bad do you want it? '
Real bad!
It's in my system,
And I can't resist it.

I will wear my tattered, cracked boots.
And I know they look horrible,
When I dress up in a suit.

But I am not on a pursuit to impress,
For digesting eyes to accept that effect.
I am out to get things done in my comfort.
And-to-do-it atmybest!

'So how bad do you want it? '
I want it bad.
'How bad do you want it? '
I want ti real bad.
Like a piece of scrumptious chocolate cake.
And near my lips with a tease to taste.