Imminent Or Latent Fuss On a Love Bus

Because you enjoy rights to encumbered time and space To behave or dress as you please Without interference bothering your face and surface I deny you the bothersome disease that puts you ill at ease In arenas where I shouldn’t feature as a fly in the soup That by inalienable right belongs to you Excluding any dance in a loop whose scoop Suggests no one else should glue Nuisance in the arena Where your whims and wishes reign supreme Preventing a no brainer From concocting a cantankerous cream To spoil the oil in the coil Whose toil captures the glamour You flaunt as you taunt the sacred soil On which I don the armour That protects the honour I deserve for sparing you any pain You deem brings dishonor In the rain train whose crane Lifts the veil on the space in your shrine Where I desist from violating the privacy To which no grapevine or incline Beneficiary or bereft of mercy Should spell disaster For either of us As we resolve conundrums faster To kick out once for all any imminent or latent fuss on our love bus.