By Julia Kemp
Shall I compare thee to Lana del Rey?
Thou art more curvy, thine body great
Rough winds do shake mine lego bouquet
And GTA’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot mine xbox shines,
And often the monitor light dimm’d;
And teenage looks sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal hotness shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that talent thou blow’st;
Nor shall some dude brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When thou see mine gains: lats and quads grow’st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
I’ll prob snap back if thou pay attention to me