My Tips Get The Job Done

Boy, you need gold coins and chains,

To feel that silky touch.

Honey, being with you meant

My soul needed a retouch...

You might like maple syrup,

But I could never build anything with that softwood.

It was like babysitting way into my adulthood...

You think your presence made it feel like Niagara?

Boy, it was drier than the Sahara.

Who gave you the license to operate heavy machinery?

You never deserved to be anywhere near this sanctuary.

Asking women to "blow" you a kiss,

When you are the one too "slow" to catch up,

And all you are good for is a diss...

You need to work because you don't know how real FORCE works.

You get high on your stupid WARS—

How would you ever know the language of the STARS?

Isn't it funny you were trying to teach me about fingers?

When I can get myself to sing more with my ladyfingers...

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Game Of Fire and Ice

Hey Mister, Why won't you play a game of Twister? I promise I won't play coy. Won't you love it if I were your only toy? You can be the Lion in the boardroom, Then make me roar in the bedroom. Let's play the game of fire and ice. You bring the sugar, and I get the spice. I am praying by myself these nights, Drowning my moans when the city sleeps tight. We can play the game of Super Sonic, And then have our own race over some gin and tonic. So find me, like an app can find a phone. No, I won't bring out my Medusa and turn you into stone. I have been getting over my fears, Learned to make my tears into spears. You can take me as you like. We can go until we hear the third strike.

Polished Sins

A suit and tie, that polished smile, Covering up sins stacked mile by mile. They flaunt “new love,” someone else’s child— A ready-made story, perfectly styled. They’ve “levelled up,” or so they preach, But on someone’s pain, they made their reach, With vows of loyalty, words so neat, While another’s screams lie beneath their feet. Oh, they “moved on” to brighter skies, Leaving someone broken, with silent cries. They mount new heights, they shout and boast— Scaling peaks on another's haunted ghost. So smile for the camera, flash your pride, Show off the life that you tried to hide. For we know the truth beneath your gleam— A hollow show, a self-made scheme.

Till You Sing

Some would say men went to war for women like you, But I would still choose war if it meant choosing you. You say you write in amorous lines, But I would let you be the woman of my tribe. You had your adventures Under The Buda Moon, But have you been loved past noon? So I can see you shine like a magical flower, In the quiet warmth of the golden hour. The invisible strings pull at my heart Can I do justice to your name? Caress you right, Till you sing like a Carnatic hymn. Inspired by the author of Under The Buda Moon, Veena Rao

Cruising Alone

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