grown men don't grunt when they thrust,
we're pioneers in the field
and should I blush when I cum,
that should not cheapen the deal
to ask reciprocal lust,
in this here clinical age
I'll let my dick go to rust,
before I'll lend it to rage
you'll come to realize- I'm not insane
I rep the gentleman bachelor
I keep my grudge in the cave
it is not pussy I'm after- though, I hear-tell it's "all the rage"
to ask for mutual respect,
in this here clinical age
I'll toss my soul at the dust-up,
and then I'll exit the stage
you'll come to realize- I'm not insane
nor am I thankless-
I simply will not pay for the luxury of tact
out of the cave- I adhere to the common belief- one mustn't charm new foes while baring their teeth...
but in the cave- I defer to the pull of desire (I lay no claim to shame where my conscience retires).
out of the cave- I adhere to the common belief- one does not woo no souls while gnashing their teeth...
but in the cave- I part ways with the pleasant refrains (it's where I pick my bones in a primitive way.
you'll come to realize, I'm not insane; nor am I thankless- I simply will not pay for the luxury of tact.
Fucking pandemic. I miss seeing Buildings perform. Have done so many times, but now experiencing withdrawal symptoms. I just can't turn this up loud enough. Rumpel Vim