If i only had-

A pair of jugs and a charming smile
I could get away with fucking murder.
If i could only charm and wit;
Get boys' boxers to feel more like tightey whiteys
By a devilish flash of a green gaze
I could rob every bank of their newly found bail out money
And no one would bat an eyelash,
Except for me of course.
And with that bat of an eyelash
That warm smile that seems to say
"I am so glad I met you,
And I would like to know you
More intimately,"
I could make any person forget loyalties and blood ties.
And with a smackling of sex appeal thrown in the mix
So that i was something to be caught out of the corner of a lonely eye,
I honestly do believe that i
Could commit a most heinous crime
And few would bother to care.
But of all the small crimes that men let
Attractive
Charming
Lovely
Young women get away with
I cannot conceive one more despicable
Than letting them write nonsensical droll,
And then complimenting them when they call it poetry.