I won’t write about girls for you anymore// this artform is being drowned by sappy metaphors// aimed at some of the silliest whores// whose charm somehow sway our opinions// I tell you, it’s an obvious dominion// then you got the ones who are worth the verses// future lawyers, teachers, & nurses// but even an honest living// doesn’t equal a heart that’s giving// beauty doesn’t lie solely in the female gender// it shows itself on voices so tender// in notes from a Fender// in a mixer’s blender// black and white keys// the inspiration you get from trees// or sitting on your roof, taking in the breeze// how a little kid can choose “kick, kick, clap”// over that auto-tune crap// this world is full of ideas, a muse galore// that’s why I’ll refrain from writing about girls for you anymore.