~Beat My Meat ~ 2011 (Short Poem)

Woman You Stay Triping,
You Don't Want To Talk To Me No More,
So I Cut The Radio Down,
Say Your Name Two Times In My Mind,
Picture Your Face And Your Grace,
Beat My Meat On Down Forsure Forsure,
Wash My Hands, Then You Call At Midnigth,
I Hang Up The Phone, Eat A Ham Sandwhich,
Then With Your Voice In My Mind,
Pull Down My Boxer Shorts & Beat It Again.