Meathead Monologue

across the classroom i stare at you, and sometimes you catch me

my eyes are burning holes in your
face,
it seems that i, the hopeless romantic,
cannot look away!
oh, what a brilliantly structured face!
what compelling eyes,
i wish they would look at me.
i wish they would!

oh!
what's that?
i watch your head turn and our eyes
lock
but what do i do? what do i do!
i don't want to look at you anymore,
you make me blush and you make my heart
pump faster,
to hell with being noticed
i feel like i like i am having a heart attack!
oh, i am dying, i am dying!
please, my love, look away,
look away.

r.k.