Wasted Words

Wasted Words



I hate wasting my vocabulary on ears that don't comprehend more than 3 syllables at a time. I'm staring into a gorgeous face that masks so very little in intellect and has misconstrued the truths I hold self evident. She's perplexed by my verbal, multiple tongues I can speak, my lyrical cunnilingus could leave her quivering from hands to feet. I choose to eat, never had a problem with that, the taste of chocolate facts and that's all I need, and none I lack, to satisfy my minds hunger and keep me in heat!



If you choose to meet me on the intellectual plane I speak, than get off your knees and bring your needs to seek me in a more than cyber-physical lane. Merge left and toggle back, right click on my eyes and commit this to your hard drive: I am tired of the same, mundane, ultra common, pseudo intellectual verbiage that tends to explain nothing but a shallow need to fill shoes designed by MTV. Translation: I want someone real, tangible, kissable, huggable, lovable, and most importantly, honest-able. That's right, able to be honest.



She must be capable and willing to give me 100 percent of self with no digressions from truth and no hesitations from action. Show me the mind, through the heart and reflected in the smile.



Wasted words falling on deaf ears, the inaudible action of speaking to a brick wall covered in pink paint pissing me off cause she can't see the light in front of her face...wasted words on digital paper, take another look at my face, my memoirs typed in my space.



Jack Leroy Manning III © 2007
Wasted Words
9.3.2007