I kiss a lady for the first time in the mouth- which I do now so a few
And I wonder with my wits not a fool could do what I do.
Forgotten how it felt to be cold and sleepy and mostly lonely
I then embrace what I saw disgusting and blunt; what other people would do.
I take around of scorch and make rounds for others to soak in booze
And in a circle I throw words to squash their manhood- that’s what I do.
And I would do for the man to his wife what a man could not do
And couldn’t care less what the fury inside ‘em would do
Spare life; it fades away in the shimmer of others success
Staring in disarray is the best I could do
Standing- I can’t remember myself on my own spoilt feet.
I just appreciate the few that stayed by me- I do.