I Would Have Written Myself into a Corner with “I Think Your Ass Looks Delicious”

I’d buy you a drink, but I snuck mine in (in),
So unless you want a shot of this generic gin (gin),
That I’ve been drinking in the corner since I don’t know when,
Then I won’t be much use to you.

But look,

I think your ass looks delicious.
(Uh huh.)
I got to get my dick in your britches.
(He will.)
Your body gonna make me religious.
(Hey!)
You know I wanna sex it with you.

But look, now,

I got a lot a bitches to plow,
So you can fuck me later,
But you should fuck-ah me now

What's it gonna be?
What's it gonna be? Ha!
I ain’t got all night.

I see that guy you’re with,
And I know he’s hot and I know he’s rich,
But he’s got nothing on me when it comes to fucking.

Ha! now,

If you even really cared about that vagina of yours,
You wouldn’t leave it in the hands of an amateur.
You’d put it on my dick, and you’d sit real good.
(You know that’s where you wanna be.)

Look, now,

I got a lot a bitches to plow,
So you can fuck me later,
But you should fuck-ah me now.

Come on.

What's it gonna be?
What's it gonna be? Ha!
I ain’t got all night.

Every generation redefines the sonnet for its times. I believe Mike O'Connell has done it for ours.

Suck it, Greatest Generation.