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?
© 2005, Edward Champion. All rights reserved.