(lustful
fuck salesmen – jim morrison)
the
daily rhymes within my mind are words that love to dance
i’ve
taken everything but time within each second glance
dress
as you wish to be addressed she told the teenage girl
but
even angels think her less than oysters without pearls
when
she’s a means unto an end to slake a wanton lust
he’ll
make you feel like a godsend while violating trust
to
think that there is any male who has nobility
does
not objectify and scale with affability
the
pleasure you could bring to him the measure of your worth
is
just a fairy tale you’re told of paradise on earth
and
with a lie he will deny your not just that to him
he’ll
touch you with a whispered sigh and praise you with a hymn
believe
what you want to believe, “my man is not like that”
with
words it’s easy to deceive; it’s all just tit for tat
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