Ant Smith

All poems

Who wants to be a millionaire

If every kiss that we shared
Had granted me one wish
I would be a pussy cat
And you would be my witch
I would be an amputee
And you would be my itch
I would be a nipple
And you would be my tit

If every fluid that we mixed
Could lead us to procure
I would be a bit obscene
and you would be demure
I would be a dirty thing
and you would be so pure
I would be an STD
and you would be my cure

If every touch that we endured
Could be banked and exchanged
I would be a disco
and you would be a rave
I would be a coward
and you would be my brave
I would be a body
and you would be my grave

If every kiss that we shared
Had granted me one wish
I would be a millionaire
for you are my credit