Out

It was so much work,

to be a twirp,

it was your quirk,

that countered me.

You took your dirt,

you're such a jerk,

I could not flirt,

that balanced me.

It was on Turk,

I could not jerk,

It wasn't Durk

that made me.

You used to spurt,

you always lurk,

I cannot burp,

Get away from me.

I will not blurt,

I cannot shirk,

I was so kurt,

It's within me.

K.A.P.

4/30/2009