Baby, let's go to the fifth shack,
and eat all the popcorn shrimp.
It's the romantic one just off the
highway, state road something or
other.
Tartar sauce is love,
and love is often over-battered
and deep fried
with kindness
and curly fries.
One day I will tattoo
your signature on my collar bone,
so you can do the thing,
sick as hell,
love love love car.
Meet me in the ball pit,
where we talk sports
reasonably,
safe and slow,
balance and tow.