the poem below or abovwe whatever is a poem i wroet at work from different song tittles i heard on the radio yes i was bored shitful

my brilliant feet tell her this, thats the way i like it, learn to fly, caught by the river, one thing ... faith. hello my baby, sex machine, she says stop joking around a little respect dreaming of you, hey good looking, please forgive me everybody gets what they deserve don't stop believin'