I Don’t Want To Beat You
This is not a fight
I am not trying to beat you
I only wish to meet you
In the middle, half way
Work together, solve this riddle, create another pathway
That we can walk together
Hand in hand
But we don't have to
Dependant if you want to touch
Or if I do
Look at me without my gender if it helps
Because I no longer wish to render
Myself feeble,
Meek unable
To open the jar myself
But you know sometimes I actually can't
An it's not because of my tits.
I ken plenty of other bit
Ches with guns to shoot
those tins afar.
And they would surely open the jar
For me without a thought.
But you're closer. So I'm asking you.
An no not because you're a dude.
Because I think it's something you (a human muscularly more equip than I) can do.
This is not a fight
I do not want to beat you
Or beat you
I'd rather we ate beetroot
Together
I'll show you how my mother roasts it with salt flakes stuffed in
And you can show me how you like to slice it up real thin
And bake it, crispy fritters,
Like your Grandad used to do
Cause the kitchen is something that we can do as two
Equal partners
You chop I fry
You wash I dry
The onions make us both cry
You laugh and I wipe my eye
Which makes it worse cause
Now it stings
But maybe you know just the thing
To soothe it
Work with me
Flirt with me if you like
And maybe I'll flirt back
But if I don't then
Don't react like a nasty asshole rat
Accept that I just see you
And just because our genitals fit
And we have a laugh
Doesn't mean that I want it
And you gotta hit it
You know we could even have a bath
Like I do with Jezz or Gaz
You wash my hair, I’ll wash your back
Without fear of sexual attack
If you get hard or I get wet
That still doesn't mean we have to fit
Together
We can just sit together.
Or you can go and have a wank,
In the other room.
Mate I ain't gone judge you.
For doin what ya need too.
To satisfy your urges.
I might do the same.
Then we can wash off together after we have came.
This is not a fight
I don't want to beat you
I really wunna meet you
At that nice spot in the meadows
Where the shade hits just right
Roll a spliff and watch the birds fly by
Feel like we be really tight
In jokes,
two tokes,
three tokes
Good blokes,
sound Gals
Boy We gon be real pals