I showed off my Hifi.
\"Fu*king Hot! Man!\"
Said the dude in baggy pants.
The trousers slipping relentlessly—
I was afraid of his wardrobe malfunction.
I was pleased as a punch,
and baffled in equal measures—
what made this inanimate thing
desirable enough
for such a strong invocation of copulation?
I was sure it was a stereo— didn\'t bet on being a radiator.
Then came the girl in tight jeans,
wore it as epidermis:
\"awwww it is COOOOL\"
Was she cooing her cat?
Was it cool enough
to replace my aircon?
My befuddled mind seemed to ask—
Hot or Cool,
how could both be good?
But, the girl looked good…
said awwww with a delicious pout—
so Cool, it was.
An aside—
the girl said \"cool\",
but my cheeks felt flushed. I wondered why.
My dear friends,
amidst the calamitous probability
of wardrobe malfunction
and cheeks\' temperature surge:
The Hifi said—
\"I remained unplugged\"