Good God, Grrl

Good God, grrl
You've somehow got
All this
Beauty
And Charm
And Style
And Hair
And Legs
And Everything
All shoved into this limited amount of skin
And
Good God, grrl
It makes me wonder
How Good God could fit it all there.
Magic prbly...
And I guess it's to be expected
Because it always feels like
It's never felt this way before
And it'll never feel this way again
And it's always this one-of-a-kind thing
And yer always perfect
And it's always all like
"There's no better grrl in the world"
And it sorta gets you thinking
Good God, grrl
How many yous are there in the world
Because it happens too often for one and only
Even though it feels like that
And
Good God, grrl
Which one of these Greek goddess princess angels is actually you?
And
Good God, grrl
I know I don't go about it the right way
But good God, grrl
What else am I supposed to do?
I'm so captivated by the slightest inkling on robot zombie super magic
That I basically have to fall in lurv with every pretty grrl that walks by
But it's not really like that
Because some of them are like bosses
Video game bosses
You know like there's a bunch of Goombas and Koopas
But only a few Iggy's and only one Bowser
So I guess I'm looking for the boss
Because some of these grrls mean more than others
And while all these goombas and koopas take my lives (it's okay though because I'm cheating and I have 99 extra lives)
I've beat a few bosses
But I'm struggling getting to the final boss
And that's all I really want
Ever since I was a kid
All that's mattered to me was lurv
And
Good God, grrl
I just wish I could have it
Because
Good God, grrl
I'm great at it
I mean yeah, I make mistakes
But so does erryone
And
Good God, grrl
You'd forgive me
Yer sweeter than sugar
And I try
Good God, grrl
I try
To be all these things you;d want
But
Most of all
To be myself
Which is supposed to be what you want the most
But you don't
Which is weird
But
Whatevz
But
It gets me acting stupid sometimes
And there's these gorgeous flowers
And I'm wearing these boots
And I just crush them all
But they were beautiful
So I feel like a robotzombiewerewolfapocalypse.com
And
Good God, grrl
Are you you?
Or is she you?
How am I supposed to know?
I guess that's why Good God invented dating
Which still baffles me
So I just keep Sadie Hawkins dreaming my way through life
Hoping
Good God will do whatever happened in Freaky Friday
To make
You me
And make
Me you
And it's stupid to hope for that
Because it will never happen
But I'm counting on it
And I ache every day
Waiting for something I know is impossible
So I guess you can forgive me if I seem a little strange
(Because I am ♥ Moz)
And so
Good God, grrl
I'm somehow stuck
Here
Same as I was when I was in 6th grade
And I got my first crush on you
And it lasted 6 years
Same as now when I apparently grossly misread something and got my 16,000th crush on you
On you
On her
And her
And her
And her
And goodness...
All this lurv I give, you'd think
Karma would bounce some back to me
Or something
Good God, grrl
And sometimes it does
And I truly cherish that
But not as much as I give
And it makes me feel selfish
But everyone is selfish
So whatevz?
I just don't understand how I got so incompetent at errything
It's like someone put a heart inside a robot and it just didn't get it
Idk, bad simile
Whatevz
But yer name just won't leave my lips
And yer face won't leave my mind
And yer legs
And yer laugh
And all these things
And the future
And the past
And the present
It's all kind trying to make me crazy
But I won't really let it
Somewhere along the way I acquired a strong will
Pretty convenient
Because it allows me to be pretty normal
Until I decide to ruin errything
And act like a child
And I am still a child
Just a boy
And I don't know how to grow up
Good God, grrl
I was thinking
You can't be a man
Until you have a kid
But Good God, grrl
You can't have a kid
Until you wrangle a sweet baby princess angel
But all these wimin want a man
And it just doesn't make sense
Good God, grrl
I imagine it's the thinking that does me in
Too much thinking
I never do anything
And I know that
But I'm no good at doing
I'm so good at thinking
Except sometimes
Good God, grrl
When I'm great at doing
And foolish at thinking
And yes
I know
That erryone lurvs me
But nobody lurvs me
So what does it matter that erryone lurvs me
Good God, grrl
I'm perpetually a fucking teenager
And I never grew up
I'm just trying to fit in
With an American Eagle polo
And a 7th grade haircut
And a complete lack of knowledge about how to get grrls
And a complete and foolish desire to get grrls
Good God, grrl
Dreams are the worst
Because sometimes yer there
And it seems so real
And you try to force them into the pillowcase so they don't fly out the window because you want them so badly to be real
But they're dreams
And
Good God, grrl
I'm glad I'm completely in lurv with myself
It helps overcome my self-deprecating nature
I think I'm the best at everything
But I also think I'm the worst
And everything I am contradicts everything else so that I am that it gets so tiresome to care
And I just do everything on a whim
Sort of
Except that I think about the things I do a ton
I just never do them
Sometimes
Good God, grrl
Are you following?
Because I'm lost
Always
With my head in some cloud
Yoda would not be proud
But I've got all this clutter shoved in my heart
Enough for like 6 people
Which makes me feel bad for the 5 other people with empty hearts
And
Good God, grrl
I'm proud of errything I am
I've worked hard to be what I am
To embrace kindness
To avoid judging others
To lurv unconditionally
To work hard
To do all this stuff
Just fer you
And
Good God, grrl
I want you so deeply to care
To be proud of me
But yer not
Because I don't know who you are
And sometimes I see glimmers of you
In these grrls
And I think it's gotta be you
And I want it to be
But who knows?
Idk, it's all crazy
Everything's always all crazy
Good God, grrl
What are we to do?
Anyways...
I just wanted to tell ya
I think yer pretty
And I like yer hair
And I'm glad yer mom likes me
And I didn't like that movie much either
And that's my favorite song on that record too
And I'm so proud of his first stolen base
And all these things
To you
Good God, grrl
They're laying here just waiting fer you
So please come get them
Before they blow away
Good God, grrl!!

You can only get better at stuff by trying,
Case in point (pending future, better poems),
Good God, grrl,
Hugz 'n' kissiz,
Sean