Hey Mason, Want To Be My Friend?

Hey Mason Want To Be My Friend?
Month of May when I met Mason,
Son of trees: Wild honey from bees
Smeared on his white chin
Knowledge so frightening
He was only 15
Showing me everything
I admired as time transpired
I never thought I’d discover what my soul desired
His eyes are vibrant; never tired
Slouch of a wise man
Compassion fired with no fan
I’m so blown
In the soothing way
Like hot cocoa on a chilly day
He came amidst boredom
Looking for them… I meant yellow jackets
He had species by the packets.
Laboratory loner too solid
To slow his brain or retard it like they did
No kid, he slid, under my eye lid
Let my black run down him like mascara
I don’t mean to scare ya
With my over eagerness about this visit
My summer has been pretty non exquisite
You shed the knowledge on me
Like college, buddy
Was into science like wiki-
Pedia
Hip to what he’s feeding ya
I meant spraying!
Aerosol can playing,
Tunes while he was speaking
My heart beat was peeking
Excited, so my mouth started tweaking
Saying what are your digits?
So we can kick it
Be my amigo
Show me the eco && I’ll show you my pen flow
Just like a cactus we will grow
Substituting water with info
He wasn’t down though
Caught a case of cell # amnesia
(Sorry but I don’t believe ya)
I’m sure he needed a breather.
Don’t be mistaken people
This isn’t a love sequel
I’m just expressing without 2nd guessing Misses pen.
Hey Mason, can you be my friend?
-By TSS