Making Lines, My Small Brain

 
So the divide keeps me in place
why do I try to create space
when she makes petitions
my inquiry treated as full sedition  
 
Misinterpretations story of my life
like the point of a knife
can't make a damsel drink  
my intelligence missed a link
 
The blessed truth a constant slap  
her romantic pangs I don't tap
from political charge to a bar
my feet well entrenched in tar
 
Better off with no designs as suitor
very least needing a tutor
devoid of any confidence of style
two steps forward and back a mile
 
So if you lose what isn't practiced
my appeal equated with a cactus
can aspire to be her erotic release  
last thing on her mind my erect beast
 
Hike hills, reject popular tides
I sink when my eyes aren't wide
better left not inject  
sexual appetite into this context  
 
Paramour or lover not in my cards
resolve keep to mowing my yard
worse could be fate  
just wish learning wasn't so late