PSSSST
My sexy brown friend
You want DIS
Red I can tek
You home..yah know
Red you looking good
Let me tek you home…NUH!!!
Is all I hear
in the van stand
Sometimes I wonder
If these lines REALLY WORK
Do they really expect me
To fall in love with those kind of lines…
In the van going home
You catch the driver
Watching you in the
Rear view mirror
You smile cause
He is actually cute
And maybe a little bit shy
No words have been
Exchanged besides
The polite pleasantries
Yet you find yourself
Waiting for HIS van
Then there is the
Exchange of names
No telephone numbers
As you still have your
Standards
Yet you find yourself
Still in the van after
It has past your gap
Okay you get FREE rides
What does he get
Beside seeing your face
NOTHING
Cause you refuse
To be labeled
Van Rat
YET you still
Let van after van pass
Until his van comes
You both find the courage
To talk and learn
More about each other
You learn he has
Goals, dreams, children
And that he is “single”
You think “van man single ?”
STUPPPPEEEEESSSS
You look at him
With that “I was not born yesterday” look
Yet you still wait on HIS van
Cause the conversation is nice
And he is “different”
To your “type”
You are intrigued
BUT you were taught that
“Curiosity killed the cat”
You think what harm
Could ONE date
ONE kiss
ONE hug do
SO
you accept the invitation
I was waiting for the rest!! The Oh let me put it in….just a little bit. Girl you so sweet….then the unanswered calls. The uncomfortable silence….the we need to talk…the mysterious woman suddenly appearing out the wood work. The but I’m pregnant….