Verbal Constipation Part 1 Poem by Jason Murak

Contemplations of Conversations
But Ive got Verbal Constipation
Should I ask your favorite color
Or ask about your Hobbies and Occupation
I criss-cross applesauce. hoping you fancy me
Because I fancy you
Lets leave this place and get some Fancy food
Ill go with you to your hairdresser, get a fancy do
Im so glad you fancy me over that fancy dude
This fire inside is burning blue and green
Not kelly green, but that alluring green of your jacket
I need to compliment you more, but I just dont have the practice
Atleast you laugh with me, or maybe your just a good actress
But thats ok, Hollywood can be nice
I mean the real you is better but this can suffice
Because when we are together,
You bring out the best in me
I bring out the best in you
Your a 10, alot of people would say Im less than you
But in our hearts we are equal
Yet two parts like a sequel
You put me in a daze for days
And leave me weak for weeks
Then I regain my composure
Bring this poem to a closure
You and I, are most definitely Kosher