A Poem Dedicated to Ari Gold

I discovered him through television,
therefore he does not truly exist,
but the thought of our bodies' collision,
I honestly cannot resist.

He likes to make money,
and I'd like to spend his.
I'd be his amazing honey,
and become the misses.

I'd constantly bitch at him,
and he'd always yell at me,
but even at the most grim,
we'd still be a guarantee.

While I know he isn't real,
a girl can still fucking dream.
I know we'd be a good deal,
livin' life to the extreme.

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