J.:*********

instinctive as a diamond thief
sniffing for cubitz zirconia and
Marilyn Monroe dolls,
I immediately label you and your money
handling sexy big hands as
prowlers,
cluttering the floor with stories' morals,
overdramatic feminist ballads, and
looks of whimpering and "come hither".
for you'll understand
when the honey sticks you to the
floor
i'd take pride in fondling you,
diary in hand and taking notes.

(all if I choose to
be immoral and zany)