The nosebleeds of white,
The sickness of brown,
The sensation of Mr. E.
All of these and none of these,
Are ever what they seem.
Sleepless nights with snow white,
Eternal vomiting from a night of brown,
The best sex ever thanks to Mr. E.
There are goods and bads, to each of these
Some I say, never again, Some I say, yes please.
It's all fun and games when your young and single,
All of these are fun and makes it easy to mingle.
The excitement and joy of these we all hear,
But the consequences and pain, are never clear.
Keep these at a distance, out of sight,
If you know what is best for you,
And if you know what is right.