in the spare of the moment, i looked back at him,
he called himself agent orange, but i thought his name was ra-qim.
we sipped a cup of coffee at the local starbucks,
i told him i didnt want a boyfriend, and was just looking for a few fu(ks.
in the spare of the moment, he looked rather confused,
i was getting a bit horny, at the thought of being used.
the sweat started to bead down his cute little nose,
all i could think to myself, "is this the guy i chose?"
in the spare of the moment, i realized that i would be his first,
my juices were flowing, i thought i would burst.
i invited him back to my place for some fun,
in a nervous voice he said, "no, i wont come"
in the spare of the moment, i said, "i'll be gentle",
he started to shake, i think his problem was mental,
so i got up from the table in a huff,
A.O. was all talk, it was just a big bluff.
in the spur of the moment, months later i logged onto ish,
to catch up on the trades; the nba news that was delish.
to my surprise i read a poem about me,
i smile at the one time at starbucks, at what might be.
in the spur of the moment, now all A.O.'s friends know the real deal,
about our "relationship", but that i just wanted to kneel
in front of A.O. and have a good time
but instead, i had to write this rebuttle rhyme