This Poem is Called - Being Certain

  
Some have a skewed view of reality,
Because although she was only flirtin’  
In his mind -  
She looked like she was hurtin’ for a squirtin’.  
   
Everything was discordant,  
All night his gaze she kept avertin’,  
And yet in his flawed mind  
He saw it as a sign of assertin’.  
   
But he was determined,  
He flirted back and kept on lurkin’,  
Bought her and her friends drinks  
Until they were all smirkin’.  
   
Then they were all burstin’  
Laughing out loud till they were twerkin’,  
He got them all so drunk  
His action plan was workin’.  
   
But then the jerk and -  
His friend were then being certain,  
He was gettin’ lucky when he said:  
“I’ma get into her beefy curtains”.  
   
And so the serpent  
Got his way but what’s more important,  
Was when she said no more  
Then it became a torment.  
   
Now he’s servin’  
Seven to ten for being a participant,  
The guys pull a train on him  
Using mayonnaise as a lubricant.