By WinterSprite
Author's Note: This is just something I doodled down. It doesn't mean anything really. You may agree. You may disagree. Thanks for reading it either way. :)
There's nothing like a real man
I have no complaint
but never are they half as good
as boys of ink 'n paintIf they were to touch me
or kiss my hand, I'd faint
For none know how to woo like them
those boys of ink 'n paintNever do they read me
I might might just be a saint
They cannot judge what they can't see
those boys of ink 'n paintFlesh & bone can be harmed
while celluloid just cain't
Never do I do him wrong
my boy of ink 'n paintI might remain "uncharted"
butchyo business it taint
Oh how I love to have my fun
with boys of ink 'n paintEver so existent
while being here they mayn't
those true blue & elusive boys
those boys of ink 'n paintMy cold & my imagined love
so empty & so quaint
would never have been much without
my boy of ink 'n paint...
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