Pandora and the Circle Jerk

PANDORA AND THE CIRCLE JERK She made the rounds each night at nine and he was there all of the time but he knew trouble was her ploy so passed her for another toy then threw them both away. His life was loose, a lib'ral crime and he beat off most of the time she'd be disaster and he knew if he'd touch her, he'd fall into a place where he would stay. He breathed the weed for his sublime between tequila and the lime but love was longer than the dance and peace of soul was circumstance so he kissed her one day. His passion flowed out from all time into his life that didn't rhyme and then he jerked so hard he broke between his lime and second toke and cried his life away. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet