It's been a cold winter for drinking *****, dwellers of the north came forth to protest against such blasphemous traitors, lap dancers hiding pants of unwary clients, empty their pockets from coin and ***, five pints of *** is all it takes, men are seduced too deeply to resist any finger tips on their zippers, wives at home left without a supper, was it not for a master baiter to take the case, would have dawn passed their untouched chests.
                                Pure as a crystal, poor like a *******, musketeers nor robin hood couldn't have done a feat so big, town was cheering but the foolish men were weeping, having lost their trousers, now even shirtless remain while the glory of one pales everything around them, it could have been a love story, if and only was he standing in a straight line, noodles in the *** soft and sloppy, when the temperature doesn't match, heat gets turned off, his pants stay clean and just like that he disappears, leaving behind a legend for generations to come, some who admire, others despise.

Shiny finger and a diamond ring
Smells real bad, pulled it out of your ***
Like all the other promises that are clogging up my toilet
I need a plumber not some guy in his twenties having cronic diarrhea.
I've been patient for years, but here is where it ends
You're not my child who needs wiping and cleaning
After the **** which i'm sure you're even eating
How else could it be that you still hope to marry me
Honestly, just get out of here.
I've met a new man, he's called Waluigi
He's pretty good at playing tennis
And even though he doesn't smash, he got a trophy so i'll give him pass.

I slammed the table, demanding for sugar. She knew i didn't drink it black. I like my coffee as i like my women - deadly, because of my diabetes. Being bedridden for years, women were the only entertainment left for me. Every day i would pray for one of them to make my heart stop and release me from this meaningless life. Having lived for eighty years was more than enough but i guess i was still pretty wild below my waist. I had gathered considerable amount of fortune and getting women who needed quick cash to sleep with me didn't prove to be difficult but quite frankly i had grown tired. I didn't anticipate for anyone to come that night until the silent knock on my door.

"Must be my housemaid," i figured.
You opened the door, holding a board with a writing that said room service on it. You were wearing a creepy mask along with a **** lingerie.

"Cut the jokes," i said.
I really wasn't in a mood for this, especially with a maid who had served me ever since i got sick. She was like family to me, but you forced your way through while slowly stripping down the thin layer of clothing you were still wearing, leaving you masked only. Despite her flat chest, i never noticed that great figure she had. You stood beside my bed, bare naked. I felt wrong about it but could have been a fitting ending to playing around and being *****. You didn't disappoint me, that passion inside you was splendid, more than my wife ever provided before she passed away. It was very, how to say, kind of disturbing seeing a youthful woman like you demonstrate something as sensual to an old man like me. She couldn't have been in it for the money because i paid her more than she would ever need and when our ******* transcended, you left without a comment, not asking for anything. I tried to have a conversation but even during our intimacy your rim stayed tight. It took one encounter to get me addicted, my will to live came back, i wanted to experience more of that.

The next morning i rang my bell to request her presence. I couldn't go to a bathroom alone so i had her living in my mansion where she could take care of my needs whenever necessary. During weekends i had my chauffeur replace her while she went home to her parents. For me, i only had a son remaining who would regularly visit me but hadn't done it for months. My summons got answered by the chauffeur who shouldn't have been here today. He had a look that told me something bad had happened. Apparently the maid was found dead on the side of a road and had been so at least twenty-four hours.

"Then who did i..." was i going to ask before i got interrupted by a phone call from my son who said he had already assigned me a new caretaker and abruptly left the country himself.

I was devastated, nothing made sense, i wanted to be alone as i had lost yet another person in my life who i might have felt stronger about than my own son. But when the sun went down, you drew near, arriving from my tears, wearing that same mask. Just how. I had million questions, you put your lips over mine and hushed me before i could say anything. I was confused but my lust for you was even bigger.

"Please don't leave me," i begged you
You nodded and the following day you really came again. I didn't know if i was being haunted or if it was a side effect of my medications. Eventually i asked you to remove your mask. It didn't take much to persuade you and as expected, the face of my maid was revealed under. Things got weird after i attended her funeral and confirmed her body with my own eyes. At the beginning i thought she could have faked her death for some reason or had a twin, except that tiny mole under her nose, no one could have had it as identical. Our final meeting in my bedroom, it was the first time you advanced without your disguise and then it suddenly hit me. You didn't have that mole there, just who exactly were you.

"Medical advances are pretty amazing but who would have guessed you'd notice something like that," you muttered.

"Ah, so it was my flesh and blood from the start," i thought to myself while being choked between your blood-stained hands.

Sunshine, cigarettes and amphetamine
Laid down between the rail trails
Bathing in the rays of our minds
We thrive and try, alas to no avail
We pray to stay relevant but fail
What a time to be alive
And all you can say,
Why do they cry.

Why indeed
Some may think it's greed
Pointing out what's happening
Around the world, millions of miserable people
And you who have everything they need
Still unhappy, still jealous
Restricted by your religion, your selfish beliefs

Supremacy takes priority
Who cares about minority
We're more qualified, there's no privilege
Come out of your realm of fairy tales
Only when you face the truth
Will you be able to.

Able to stop complaining
Blaming others for your misfortune
Yet it's a torture
Proportion of the magnitude
Prelude to the future awaiting you
It's true.

We all live under the same same sky
But consider that maybe yours is blue
While others are pressured by the gloom
Given no room to enjoy
Things you take for granted
And it would be blatant to say you never wanted
Because you don't know any better
How it would feel without it.

I've had enough
Now i stand up
Facing towards the bullet train
Forget about the pain
Veins full of *******
And as you move forward
You'll find the direction to the answers you were looking for.

She came to my dreams with a marriage proposal
We haven't seen eachother for a decade
Showed me videos from the past
Memories of our friendship
But in every clip it wasn't me
She had pasted my face on top of another
I was in awe that i couldn't remember
Cause at the moment it seemed to be real.
We went out for a talk
Instead she was typing
And before i could reply she had wandered off
The streets were empty, nowhere to be found
Not in my phone
Her name nor a number
Even the text i received had disappeared
So i woke from my dream
Wondering what it all could mean.

Whenever i think back to those days i could hold your hand
That warm and gentle grip which pulled me away
You set my mind at peace, i've never felt as ease
It's when i learned what love really is.

When my dad fell sick i had to stay with him
The distance between you and me grew gradually
We moved from town to town, looking for a better help
But in the end they couldn't find a cure.

Guess i didn't mean much to you
Seeing how you got together with another dude
I know it's been a year but all that time what kept me going
Was the thought of two of us.

And now i'm torn apart.

I'm bored of women, a bottle of whiskey is more to my interest
Here's a letter, some kind of invitation to a wedding
And what's even better, it's delivered by none other than the **** who ****** my brother while i was busy taking care of our father.

I'm glad she came, us siblings have been taught fair play
An act of sharing that equals caring
So dear brother, i've returned your letter
She's now correctly divided.

Bodies aligned, thoughts synchronized
No words to describe the sensation
Controller to your playstation
And when i press the buttons -
Our own hyperdimension
No outside intervention, all my attention
Only emotions, out of proportion
Representation of our love
Written in the unlimited rulebook
Guides us, leads us, eventually might **** us
But do we care
Because every moment we share is a blessing
Caressing, hugging, kissing
Walking side by side, holding hands
Just talking for hours, optional choices
Part of our life support
We fought to make it a reality
And it's a quality i can't imagine more perfectly
Yet you stare at me quietly, not responding
Ignoring my fondling
Starting to disappear, everything...
The credits are rolling
It can't be true, tell me there's another ending.