Poems for David Avocado Wolfe by Ina Disguise - HTML preview

How do I know?

I suppose she is beautiful

In a non-visual kinda way

But they are all beautiful

So how can I tell?

I have to measure it somehow

So I ask my friends

Is she beautiful?

And when they sneer, I sneer

When they leer, I leer

Their envy tells me

Success or fail?

I was born to sell

Not to tell

If something is good or bad

It all makes me glad

So how do I know?

Some want money

Some want fame

All she wants

Is more than I want

For me