BROWN EYES

It sounds like she might be screaming at me
instead of being psycollogically scorned by society
sounds of lonely tales twirl in a chance within a dance
coming up to me once more
with a blonde ponytail like a whore
all I can see as she can't even talk
is a professional professor with white chalk
writing on a smitten chalk board tight
with the cock calculations written in white
and all I can see through all of her lies
is her looking up at me with those beautiful brown eyes