Smart girls do the talking
Pretty girls do the walking as
guys come flocking to them, gawking.
Optimists exude perky
while, to cynics, water looks mirky
But to me, it’s all quirky
how people act the same, yet different.
Curious how a person burns bright
when another burns brilliance!

And why’d her finger shine
a month after my ex and I hoaxed
we’d be together forever?
Am I more like a shot of whisky and
she more like a sip of expensive wine?
Smooth, elegant flavors come to life
personifying the few ounces as a gush oozing strength and spontaneity,
though, wine, so fine and valuable, evokes irresistibility!
Is this how you view she and me?
Or is my cynicism rising slowly?
Yes, a cynic, I am!
Smart and a sexy walk, it’s probably your Sam.