I want a guy like sirius black.
Tall, skinny and pale.
A man who is true
a man so in love with heroics
he is all too ready to suffer death fighting next to a friend.
A man to wake every morning for 10 years
to face another rigorous death eater soul sucking day
like a Guatemalan tranny hooker.
A man born to roam
And a man born to beg
But instead I got a muggle.
I want a couple of guys like the weasly twins.
Thats right! A couple!
Men more concerned with our amusement than the news.
Men who fight tyranny with humor
content with the confines of the blacklist dropouts
in order to seek sillier, more scientific pastures.
Men who understand that limitless creativity
and joy are worth more than money.
And even in the depths of our darkest days
it pays to laugh a little.
But instead I got a muggle
a man so ordinary
he owns the pairs of slacks!
All brown…
I want a guy like remis lupin.
A mild mannered man
but beneath breathes a beast!
Ravenous and blood thirsty
A man who slices through my flesh
as easily as he slices through pink panties.
Dirty and sleepless
Yet ever so the patient man.
Never to give in to the curse that claims him.
But instead I got a muggle!
A man to keep it down
to keep clean correctly
and water the lawn
god forbid to hear what the neighbors think!
I want a man like neville longbottom
the quiet one. The sensitive one.
And yet the all too eager one
irreverently rolling in rough rack retribution.
On the only woman
as crazy as his parents.
The man who gets the bloody nose
who gets the twitchy leg curse
and drops the prophecy should be a loner
but stout hearts gain an unparalleled unity.
But no!
Instead I got a muggle.
A man who only appreciates art when it hangs on a wall
not when it screams at you!
A man who doesnt care for a foul mouth
a bad seed or out of the ordinary.
I want to be hermione granger.
A filthy mudblood so obsessed with overcompensation
she often leaves love lost
for a thick textbook and warm fire.
A cat lady by calling
and a woman of worth-working
she is a fool for falling for such a feeble fitting.
So maybe wanting is wasteful
when we all suffer the same blight.
And I am more like hermoine than I care to admit.
So let me love my muggle
and not a dark beast, a nerd, jokesters or convicts
and let me be his strange imbalance in his ordinary world
even if he called harry a homo.
