Ask me this, or ask me that
Step off the pulpit in your brown leather spats
Keep your head high in the after math
Make something new, forge a new path
Eat only light, from the mountain's peak
Turn slowly now, when you turn to speak
Hate every breath you'll ever breathe
In this disdain is seen a fist, when the
Sentence starts with "Ask Me This"
Ask me this
Straight to my face
Kind little miss
Must you look away from me?
Eluding everything you see
Terror engulfs you fair visage
Hardly something I would wish
Ignorance produces this mirage
Sorry, will you ask me this?
Ask me this riddle.
Shake mist at me.
Kiss the a.m. every day.
Make his St. different; change it around.
Eks is math – it helps you to play.
Take Miss H home please. Why? Just because. The poor girl, she
Has mites, ‘k?
Is the mask slipping? A hit or a miss?
Surely the answer is to ask me this.
Ask me this,
Since when have I become a heartstruck teen?
Known for hundreds of love poems
Moaning and complaining about the pains of love
Ending everyone with the sound of a broken heart
This is what people think,
Hating our feelings,
I know I write some of them,
So when has it been wrong to say how you feel, ask me this