They come sniffing at your feet 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

They come sniffing at your feet
Panting lap dogs
Ready to lap up your poems
And devise the wittiest guise
To get in your Levis
Some are wise
Some are small brain size
Some are clever
They sit there
And cerebrally psychoanalyse
The narcissism
Seen through your gifted prism
Ready to spew their jism
Claiming your poem is a cataclysm
A Category five
They can barely stay alive
Under the wieght of such prose
They say "WOW, just WOW"
"I bow"
They bend over
Penitence and contrition
All for your victuals
Blessed by your rituals
What rare glimpses have I seen
Of your hot attention
You replied back to my reply
That must mean I was a clever guy
My oh my
Like a game of chess
With no rest
Full of stress
We compete
For a rare glimpse
Of the inner sanctums
The holy of holies
Your shekinah glory
Your mental pussy
Is just waiting to get fucked
By the right guy
There are many suitors
Many have submitted applications
Resumes with invitations
None have caused sensations
Like me babe
Like me
I touch your mental G spot
Your mental panties drip a lot
I fuck your mind till out comes snot