poem...thing?

for once i'm going to tell you a story
then keep your mem'ry in my heart's inventory
score was 15-love and second serve
baby when you struck a nerve
inside my curves
touched me in that way i don't deserve

for once, i'll tell you a story about
all the things i've read about;
in teen magazines
sunday spleens
and hipster jeans

let's tak about the monsters under the bed
in the fairytales and fables i've read,
or all the slimy things in the sea
or all the doctors who ever touched me
(and you'll say you guess i was right
when i said incubi sometimes wear white)