To tame my brain would be a shame, thoughts unpaired if only I cared.
All women whores and all men scoundrels.
Bring the beast to a feast, watch it gnaw on food
disgust turns to lust, passion to rust.
Hearts like empty rooms, break bread a quarter past six watch them as they chase chicks.
All that status and power, turns her faucet on no need to shower.
Hour upon hour, day by day the whimsical romancing of Romeo and Juliet fade away.
Clothes stripped, bodies pressed against one another, heat in between the sheets as two beasts embrace their primal urges.
Forces unbeknownst to these creatures, turning blind eye to preachers
sin, sin, sin guilt of unspilled wine, pleasures so divine nothing benign.
The beast gives chase to tail with hearts so frail faces begin to pale,
passion spoils anger begins to boil.
betrayal and deceit, love is never so neat.