There's
One thing
on his mind
from the first time
his hands tentatively
rest on her sharp hips
poking through
all that softness
like two knives

And that One Thing
is present in the countdown
from friends
and from kisses
and his mind is like
a perverse metronome
beating 88 times per minute
"sex...sex...sex..."

Yea, he'll do anything
for his One Thing
he'll swallow his pride
he'll beg
he'll apologize
and once it's his
he'll decide
whether he likes your brand
like choosing between lucky strikes and marlboro reds
or famous amos
and chips ahoy
and will buy you up
like stock in a bull market
or leave you on the shelf
to rot in solitude.