Sometimes the Nuts are the Best Part
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Enclosed comes a miracle that rocks
A little boy who starts out small
Just add your sunshine, your magic, your voice, your call
He’ll arrive in the midst of a storm
Wrapped in life’s caramel
A heavenly scent
Elusive to most
Drowning in a box of caramel popcorn and presents
Drowning in nuts
Sweet candy chum
As you, with your diamonds and rubies standing in the crashing waves
Screaming and yelling…hey up there…yeah you….get bent!
This is what you send me!!
Should I cry or repent?
Is this a beginning, my encore!
A fed Ex delivery from the school of hard knox
A candy gram covered in sugar, packed in nuts?
Songs of Sirens whisked him East and West
Coast to coast
Trapped in a box
A victim of the wind
Unsure where he’s been
Unsure what’s next!
For the oceans mind is unsettled
Angry in its depths…vicious and lost
Just a little boy in a cracker jack box searching for a treat, while getting thrown and tossed
Not aware..where the ocean rows…where he is and where he goes!
For only the sea knows that he’s drifting in an ocean of sweet, sweet smells
For only the ocean knows that he rides on a wave towards a beautiful hunger
Towards angelic bells!
Towards romantic thunder!
Your spirit screamed out
And the gods heard your shouts
You stand in this unyielding, turbulent mist
Waves crash around you
Angry and pissed!
There’s something a float, adrift
You squint and push the hair from your face
As the box at your feet…floats serenely
And comes to a stop…Grab your rod, catch it…..hippity hop !
Through the clearing clouds and the peering sun
Something else Is flying like a bird
Twisting like a top
You stand bare foot and stare..do I dare!
Dancing in the wind….as the message without a bottle lands softly on your sandy toes
The wind has sent a message for you
Don’t fret, just read….and see whatcha get
It’s folded in half and says only open
Or how can one tell…after a tour through hell
This here in the box was built for you…it’s self working…..it’s c oo coo ca choo
As he strengthens, as days pass..
Don’t worry about what he can take
He’s flesh and steel
Not a wick, not wax…so he won’t melt Sad face,
Fits for you..all the right dimensions
A breathing toy, a gifted invention
Geared to care,
To give you hope
To ease your tensions
To turn him on
Spank his bottom
Squeeze his hand
Heart beating, a melodic man…scit, scat, wah…understand!
Ten fingers, ten toes
His eyes opening
A stretch and a look
And all of a sudden something that seemed so difficult
When the sight of you is all it took!
Built to handle
Tamara’s highs and her lows!
Built like a fort to surround her yesterdays woes!
Then just step back, water and wait
Watch as he fuses and mends to you
Shattered glass, shattered gate
So easily he mends to you
With butterflies in his heart
And with no debate!
A rose for you! A brand new start!
You are one of the lucky ones
One of the few
Because this edition was customized..exclusively built for two
He ‘s the first design of his kind
A first edition model
Not built for one, but a pair…built for two
Sad face….smile…..he was built for you!
A customized gift made exclusively to fit
Try him on, turn around
The miracle mechanics customized him and tricked him out
Go ahead…take him for a spin….rev that engine…0 to 90 in just a whim!
True, sincere…. think happily…where have you been?
If you touch him he’ll feel
If you hurt him, he’ll heal
Feed him with all that you can
Squeeze him tight and he’ll hold you just right
He hungers for music, knowledge and adventure
When the time comes, he will need more than the materialistic
He will need a lady…he will need a hand, a muse….a mystic!
Your hunger…your might!
What a gift you are….what a sight!
A type of hunger, a thirst, an angelic woman….a beautiful first!
To be taught right, he must bow to your powers, he must taste your thirst!
He must tremble at your beauty, and tremble at your light
Then all you have given, all that you know
All of your strength and beauty will fill you
As the sheared glass falling from the sky bounce off like snowflakes
As the past and present tears begin to dry
You’ll think how this was a god send
A lifesaver…a bargain
A self winding man who sees within
A self winding man who wants you to begin!
A present in a box
Fuck it Tamara
We can open those locks!
A present in a box
Relax sweet face
Cracker Jacks rocks!!!