.109

you did what little girls do

play games then withdraw

crush a lot and give nothing

drop out of sight and react

i find it appealing

no scratch that - appalling

i'm offended - quite rightly

i'm not often nonplussed

.108

you squander your beauty

on that lump of a man.

i won't waste the words

on that malleable brute.

you don't speak the same language

he's beneath you - (you like that) - 

he's wildly stupid

his nose is wide open

.107

i play to that side of her-

the sexless ways of a whore-

she can only 

gauge my sincerity

she's just a tree to climb

i'm a monkey man

strumming a simple style

on electric guitar

.106

the dirt 

beneath my feet 

is death

i trod upon it

every 

day