Beast that you are,
You sneak up on me
Though I shun you afar.
My nonchalance- challenged
My sanity- shot.
And my head, mostly cool
Boils up good
Turns to hot.
I glance at the grasping and desperate
That pour out from the mouths
of these snip – snapping birds,
Do they wish to torment me?
Yep. Prob’ly they do
For this monster that’s Green
works not one way
So this yucky and shameful base feeling I feel
Comes a – running towards me and nips at my heel
And I’m smothered and blasted by (rhymes here with “doors”)
Who desperate to taste you get down on all fours
And brazenly eff you with efforts quite poor
(And hey look, one more word that rhymes SO well with Wh***)
Yet tormented I am
(Though compare I do NOT)
To lascivious harlots here stirring the pot…
I will selflessly shove my true love in your face.
They’re like dolls made of rags
While I’m heat dressed in lace.