I see you walking by
Your short skirt
Your stiletto heels
Skin tight wraps that leaves nothing to the imagination.
You think your hot
You think your sexy
What you really are is fresh bait for the taking.
Meat to be put through the grinder.
“Stop!! No!!” you shout, “I’m not that type of girl!”
You’re an attention wanting, low self-esteemed piece of gutter fish sucking slime from the filth of the earth wishing you were more than you are
Your conceited eyes give you away as you hobble along in search of fame and fortune
You’re a tease
You’re a flirt who yells at any dog that decides to chase you.
So bat your eyes elsewhere you hot as melted butter covered morsel that plays taps on the tip of my tongue as it slowly wags in the air salivating for a taste of what’s hidden in the very center of your soul.
Damn You! For creating visions of futures I will never know
Left alone with my Jergens to Beat away the frustrations that cripples my mind
Captivating my body dragging me through the grime
Take your lacey thong elsewhere and flash your Lycra cracked ass in somebody else’s face
The gold you seek is not in this place
Degrade your worth all you want
Your search for acceptance and recognition is already lost.
You might as well join the show and get paid to spread those legs
At least the freaks and geeks will pay the toll to see how those roll’s … shake… rattle …. and roll
Ha HA!!! Your face says it all!
In anger you scream, “How Dare You Say These Things!!!”
“I’m proud of my gifts that tempted Adam to taste the forbidden fruit.”
“My temple is for you to look at and worship it you will.”
Your right of course for that I do not deny
Here’s a dollar
Shake yourself this way… I have more…. and at your feet they will lay.
Dr Johnny G. Chavez III 