What pretends reality? How dark lightness be?
How smells the winds ’round? Blows meat or lust free?
See what you’ve bitten, when the mood takes thee!
How bitter the hops, how strong red wine be
What smoothness whiskey, red lips close to me!
Taste what’s in your pyre, waking sleep and fire!
Steal a few dollars, take a precious gift
Rob both rich and poor, and rape youngest, best!
Hold all you fast took, slipping past your hands.
Jump from iron bird, while in flight to fight!
Gun who opposes! Shred rest ‘n best tonight!
Red war fear squared, the greatest of scares!
Climb without a rope, jump off a high cliff
Alone sail around, body never found!
Scent of death beats near, sum, product, or die!
Motor fast and hard, round the manly isle
Drop the throttle turn, roar thru afterburn!
Can you handle it! Are you in good tune?
Passion fills the air, desire wet ‘n hot!
Must kiss your lips hard, must have you now ‘n hot!
Every sort of pair, knows need, want, and lust!
Does she love me or, does she know me not?
My heart races near, will hers answer fear?
Is love devine lust? Or another bust?
Will she forgive me, will he welcome me?
Fool am I destine–seeking why I am . . .
Every question be, God willing and free.
Copyright (C) 2010 by John Merryweather Cooper. All rights reserved.
