I saw lot's of gold men
strutting out in the desert,
spinning themselves
like drunken madmen
warped on internal-sin.
They fell at your feet
like arcade-magic,
the way you want it.

But you gave it away
to the whole team.
So sultry & wanton,
cravings, cravings, cravings,
screaming such sexiness,
scheming your selfish desires,
another everybody's girl,
saving nothing &
not much left to give.

One misfolded protein
Leads to another
The next thing you know
You've **** yer pants
And your brains have turned
To blubber.

Oh my muscle man
With your deep tan
Down by the beach/boredom-walking Next to you.
And you think
Oh man of mine
that I care.
Ha! I prefer
Brains over brawn
Care over Callous
Keeping freedom over my body to that STICK you call Tex

the clouds tonight
once white, floating in blue skies
reappear
in the dark, in the light
from a waning moon