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WHAT YOU DOING ON THAT BARSTOOL FOOL? Is that what it takes for you to feel brave? And why can’t you simply behave? Don’t you realize it’s transience you crave? And why do you secret youthful beauty within a cave? Upon a time once did a wolf sleep with a lamb Him with lethal teeth and her with a cute little curtsey and curls That wolf who slept beside her didn’t give a damn And never cared about the feelings for any of his young girls silken sheets were where his advantage was taken For the little lamb would obey his every demand But by belittlement and a bastard was that lamb forsaken And the bridge between fangs and curls could never be spanned Oh but were the lamb to have been on Venus and the wolf upon Mars Two different planets for two different hearts The wolf’s teeth turned crimson while the lamb had her scars As, from that little lamb the wolf purloined her prettiest parts There was no running away for a lamb held captive in a cave And fear doesn’t always lead a lamb far away from Mars The universe isn’t sizable enough to hide what that wolf would crave And today the memory of my being that wolf keeps me in shooting galleries and seedy bars © 2011.….Poefree