I stare at them
And they stare back,Looking me in my eye
My gaze hungry and lustful,Their's friendly, fiery and modest.
Some are slim, dark and intellectual,Most of them fat and fair;
Ready to get me hooked.
It's a darn hard choice to makeAs 'pick me!',
Each one pleads.
For now I'm at my most promiscuous,Flirting with and pondering over, each one.
My dilemma transforms to awe,
As their calm poise reflects,Through my soul.
Funny how stacks of binded paperAnd imprinted ink,
Seem to have more life than any living Tom or Dick!