Bloodshed...

A nagging doubt?
What's it all about?
What's it all about?
If only I knew..?

I'd quiet these trouser pocket sinews
And even maybe write some better haiku

Why else would I free my own Pandora
From her box:
from her box:
if it wasn't to get off...
If it wasn't to get my rocks off inside a velvet hatbox
if it wasn't to get off on her moist pheromone aura...
And listen to the wisdom buried beneath her hoodoo
Voodoo charms...
Why should I take her languidly liquidly into my arms

But out of what? Out of where?
And does anyone really care

Answer? Honestly No! I guessed not...
If only I could boycott
...Her earshot!

Of cause I use to dance like a frolicking foal
But sadly now I'm just a square peg
In a round hole
Sometimes there's even a need to grovel and beg
but god willing one day I'll be dead
Hopefully avoiding anymore bloodshed...