A Marvell to behold the lust
Of men who coat their words as just
You think you’re lone in slapping pants
Or wishing more than just a dance?

Does slow and steady win the race?
The chariot’s wheels keep their pace
She’ll come, she’ll go, she’ll file divorce
My beachfront condo for a horse

For love is rough but faith rings true
The heart maintains with steady crew
The failure which you cling to hard
A bitter pill for such a bard

She won’t put out, so that’s the crux?
Come on, there’s more beyond this flux
Without warm body, there’s great lust
But if a void, why bluff your crust?

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