Shy Encounters

Whenever I gather the courage to talk to a girl I get shy and stop in my tracks I’m pretty sure that I make an effort But it’s obvious that there is something I lack When beautiful women walk past me I always have something to say Yet every time I come close They get scared and run away It’s no good for my health For my heart to be attacked like this I am constantly getting embarrassed And in every eye my humiliation is bliss What do I have to do To satisfy my life? Lately things haven’t been going my way And nothing seems right I walk around With my heart on my sleeve Only for it to be attacked And for people to make it bleed Love and affection Is what I need So give me an injection And on that is what I will feed When things get tough I survive on weed If I’m the criminal Then guilty I plead I’m about to start A whole generation of half breeds I sit atop My noble steed As I observe the fact That I have done a good deed I’m out y’all I think I have had enough As upon this little rhyme I appear to be stuck By Glenn McCrary © 2009 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)