Deep Anal. Poetry

 
I know the shit I spit might sound heinous,
But in my head it all makes sense to me,
And though I’m not trying to be famous,
The truth may sound like cacophony.
 
I know from time to time the innuendoes,
Might cause a stir and a little bit of friction,
But if I want to get deep in it I have to be honest,
Because admittedly, you like my diction.
 
At times I know I’ve been notoriously ambiguous,
But I like to keep you guessing with the allusions,
From the recess of my mind even if it’s ridiculous,
You enjoy delving into my fantasies and illusions.
 
There have been times when I vomit the words,
Without really knowing their true denotation,
But like puzzles I’ll rearrange them, like Little Birds,
And let them fly with rhythm and syncopation.
 
(See what I did there? An inserted intertextuality,
Added in this little couplet for some sensuality).
 
There may be some things you find profound,
And resonates with you deeper than the sea,
Like my love for you one day will be renowned,
Throughout the universe, just like this hyperbole.
 
So if the title mislead you, which was my objective,
You know I’ve always found your opinion critical,
Upon closer view this may not be so subjective,
But with the period in the title, this is just analytical.