Greasy your hands
Impatient are your glands
Potions corruptedly mixed
Smoldering shooting star nixed
Forgiveness nowhere in sight
Forbidden pleasures torturous fight
With x-ray vision
Only glancing no longer the mission
With every bend
Oblivious to how you offend
Take care and yet beware
Of every silent hyena’s stare
Sugar is gold becoming honey
Sap spread and the shot is money
Underneath your clothes
Bears an unopened rose
The bees will not sting
Until the joy you bring
And like a happy bird
You sing the way they all once heard
What a blow to the ego
When you are a no-show
But with each attempt
More coins are pimped
But when you pimp the limp
Who then becomes the wimp?
The Queen who rules the 24 hours
Even headless you have the powers
And though you give face
This is but a taste
Of the pleasures
And treasures
That satisfy the measures
Upon salacious pressures
Where are they
When you want to play
Or have one stay
Until the end of May
Cause that’s when all springs
Turn to hay
And the day
Will come
When the mighty sum
Gives you the thumb
Chasing you from the beat
And off the heat
Before you are covered with the sheet
That turns the biggest trick
Of no longer keeping you sick
Cause that’s when all springs
Turn to hay
Blessing you with all pain brings
Every time your smarts you lay
Awakening
Forsaking
Shaking while
Making it just for the taking
Take care and beware
Of every Greek hyenas lair
Before you chase your hair
Away from all that is fair
Cause that’s when all springs
Turn to hay
Beating at your door with pain it brings
Will your voice pray
Before or after the dues they pay?
Is not a Muppet
A puppet?
No matter how you tuck it
Someone’s hand has to stuff it
Unclean hands
Spoil the glands
Enraging fans
In the stands
Be it woman or man
So can you take a stand
And be diamond grand?
Cut, color, carat
How long can you grin and bare it?
