restless nights allows da ink to freely write
despicable how minimal my feelings 'R'
they, like great whites, have no natural known predators,
so 4 centuries I've survived;
some call it heartlessness, no it's heart
protection; like blood hounds, harlots attempt
to sniff out the scent of my matting call, they
hear my roar disguised as a bark;let them
assume I'm a dawg because it's tatted on my arm,
they never realize 'til the fires in his Lion's
eyes 'R' revealed; forever concealed, unless
da fraudulent plot and scheme to consume my strongest organ;
it's hilarious, how dames play ridiculous games
all to escape the error of their ways;
disgusted by her lust, no flowers or candy,
appreciated but not necessary, it's too easy to
smash them gutz; your words 'R' used in
attempts to gain bonafide trust, when he
knows inside the essence of your soul lies a
sleeping giant slut; did my part, never involved
my heart, friendly replies kept you thinking
and feeling the center of my nucleus was soft;
tried to explain the pain in my veins in vain;
acted like you listened but the the lust behind
your dilated pupils were too vain to recognize
real players in the game of chess;
born into sin, so on bent kneez i stand;
beckoned to my heart because inside your
thoughts you figured mine was the opposite of hard;
but life has a funny way of preparing us
for tsunamis, earthquakes, hurricanes, and
death, which causes our hearts to ache;
however pain is the struggle and struggle is
the pain;
so through it all i remain untarnished by the
depths of the wicked's paralyzing venomous fangs,
even though bitten, not smitten, so my
spirit remains unchanged!