Like
© 2004 Mike McGee
I like you the way I like wonton packed full of shrimp
Like too much syrup on my pancakes (and in my beard)
Like Mr. Furly enjoyed eavesdropping through kitchen doors
Like blue whales like to say, "Hrrrreeeeeewhuuuuuuhhhwwoooaaauuuhh."
I like you a whole bunch of a lot
You're a pocket full of awesome
I like you not unlike Aaron Neville likes his mole
Like Texans like Texas
Like fat kids like cake
Like two likes three and four likes six (five has issues)
Like tuna sandwiches like teeth
Like cherry flavored Slurpees like to wash down convenience store nachos
Like La-Z-Boys like Sunday afternoon asses
Like Lily likes Wilson
I like you whole bunch of a lot and a little bit more
You're a bottomless basket of extra crispy French fries covered in awesome sauce
I like you similar to the way pirates and frat boys like booty
Like newlyweds like Holiday Inns
Like bohemians, yuppies and Japanese like sushi
Like David Copperfield likes performing grand scale, yet, lame-ass feats of illusion
Like the U.S. Government likes performing grand scale, yet, lame-ass feats of illusion
Like testicles like to hang
Like homeless people and breakdancers like cardboard
Like Americans like ranch dressing
Like Muppets like fisting
I like you a whole bunch of a lot a whole lot more times infinity
Maybe that's starting to dip into equation of love
Nevertheless, I got a thing for you like magnets got it for refrigerators
I'm stuck on you and I like it
I like you an official metric fuckload
I think you're a body full of soul and I hope you like me back
Even if it's like dust likes furniture, at least you're all over me
I'm making a pledge because I guess I'm tired of meeting people who define themselves by what they don't like
I just don't like that
However, I do like holding you
Like your pillow holds your head when you sleep
Like gay, lesbian, transgender, transsexual, Irish and Mexican people hold parades
Like PBS holds fundraisers
Like the Earth holds the moon and the sun holds the Earth and how they'll constantly spin around each other forever...and even though that metaphor doesn't really make sense with regard to this poem because that would imply that there were three of us (which would also be awesome)
You get the idea
In my book you rock, and I like rocks and just because I spent an hour or so writing this down doesn't mean you have to like me back, but dammit, I would really like that
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