Tart

I could lick your face
Grab the side of it and go
In your car
The taste of tart
Tip of my tongue
A flavor I must learn
To acquire
If I can
I know you come with tart
I can see it
On your palms
Soft but with a callus
Or two
Don’t worry
I don’t need to hear it
I can see her right there
You do a terrible job of hiding
What you don’t know
Is that I beat you
To your own…
Punch-line.

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