The Proverb

In the words of Saint Augustine, “the love of one’s own excellence”
And of course I am excellent
I know I’m the finest and I will not subject myself to anything beneath me or anything less
Confidence, that’s an understatement
Ego, well let’s just say he is bigger than any galaxy that has every been discovered
I just love me, end of story
Wouldn’t you feel the same way if you were the best at everything you do
Looked the best in everything you wear, and that the power to attract anyone or anything you desired
Well I do, and I’m just so blessed- scratch that, I’m beyond blessed
Destined for greatness, All of the above, Above and Beyond

The bigger the better
The more I get to savor
Savor in how wonderful you taste
I want you to invade my space
Diminish my privacy -I want you large, juicy and based
The Sweet Invasion, your where I want to be, the best place
I can NEVER get enough
And even when I feel like I’m going to bust, the thought of stopping puts my body in a fuss

The same fuss that my mouth puts up
Every time she comes around I must…
Run and hide?
No! I sit and face rejection
While the golden crown is placed at her feet
Just the sight of it makes my mind body and soul weak
You see, even as we speak her flawless features causes you to seek
And you will find that she is the true definition of perfection

The definition?
Well maybe just one
Because looking at him, that’s the only word that comes to mind
He makes my knees weak with just a smile as he passes by
I want him
In his uniform or without, in each and every way
The though makes me shout and give me chills, a brand new day
Shout it out- Shout it out

Leave me alone!
It takes two to build a relationship but only one to destroy it
If you chose to be in denial, by all means
Something has to get you through the night
Why can’t you, or rather wont you just go away?
Why can’t I misplace you or rather erase you?
Why do you somehow manage to just stay?
I am over being shocked and 100 degree too hot to be disappointed

Calm down, never, I desire more
Being content will never happen, it gives me such a bore
I will continue to put up a fuss
My motto is you can never have enough
Sufficiency? Please!
If I have two, get me three
If I have blue, get me green
No more room, umm let me see…
Expand, Demand, and never settle for can’t
I need it now, don’t care how, I want it right here in my hand

Bring it to me, while I sit here and refuse to move
Take a walk, never
I refuse to when I am so clever I can have someone bring it to me
The most I will Endeavor is turning on the T.V
And this is only after the remote control is carried to eye view where I can see
I see where it is and still I wait for 30 minutes because he- came home late
To make provision so I can finally turn on the television
And watch my movie, “Sept péchés capitaux”