He’s tall and skinny,
With light blonde hair,
An athletic build,
And a stunning blue stare.

He’s tanned and he’s stocky,
With strong paintballing arms,
He has a wicked humor,
And devilish charms.

They’re arrogant and sure,
Perhaps too bold?
For stunning maleness,
They’d take a joint gold.

He likes rap music,
He’s of a “ghetto” label, conversing with thugs,
To pay his way to college,
He sold alcohol and drugs,

The paintballer is smarter,
Academically so,
But I wouldn’t doubt his street smarts,
Not for any amount of dough.

My thug and my baller,
Kisses they both get, I like “giving ‘em lip”
But if they found out about the other,
There’s no doubt they’d flip.

 
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