What is it that made me want to give you all of the praise so soon?
You make my knees weaker than a virgin screwdriver
I drown myself in our long talks; they are reminders of why God sent me you
No Wo(man) before you, has ever been more beautiful
With all of this being true, why do the things that you do?
Why must I be a mute while you’re with friends, alone, or watching the wire
You talk during my favorite shows all the way through
Let me make you dinner, a new dish called Bastard; it consists of peppers, onions, and you in my oven with your ass on fire.
(You are what you eat.)
– Hrsh Reyalitee
Written in 2009