Blow hot like bellow's breeze
Soon it would rain
Damp,cold and messy
The hike clamped,absolutely down
I surrender,stoop to conquer
Beneath the phallus is it?
From the past are archives
Files to be passed on
Benign smile,so bewitching
Bewildered by nature's cunning act
In my father's house there are many mansions
Indeed,whose mother's soup is sour?
Outside the box,path chosen to be lived
To be relished in lustful abandon
Change is but evasive
Man like a cycle walking in circus
Man can never change
Without traits of yesterday.