What is a boy to do
Your lips of oil
His of glue
All he wants
Is to be stuck on you
You repel
You slide on by
Sidelong looks
So very sly
He clings
To every single thing
His very presence
A constricting ring
When he's close
You can scarcely breathe
His odor an irritant
Making you sneeze
He doesn't know
How to live without you
You not knowing
How to live with
You move away
Distance only serving
As an arousal
Unnatural and unnerving
What to do
What to say
Time to buy a ticket
Not tomorrow but today
This feeling you just found
Sitting deep in your chest
Buoys your steps
As you head west
Waiting to test the theory
Put it to the test
Of how to mate oil and glue
Which way will work best
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