Men are mad dogs,
 women, finessed felines
we'd no sooner claw
    your eyes out
than admit you're right,
we'll undoubtedly,
without hesitation - -
use our feminine wiles,
to get our own way,
and you bloodhounds
   best get used to it
or no ***** for you
    tonight, or any given day

We've got the upper paw...MEow


And, if you're a bird dog
   well, that's a whole other story,
no telling what could happen

=^;^=

the damage
has already
    been done
by the time
  brass tacks
rise to
  the surface,
and all the pretty
maidens are stacked
   like Russian wooden
       nesting dolls,*
in an insatiable
  hunger, yearning
   to possess
     the most toys

A moment of peace
in between the battles.
Of my heart and mind.

Is as common as a
four leaf clover.
A rare occasion.
A holiday for my heart.

To forget the war it's losing.

They say,
They say, it is sad when no one listens to you anymore.
They say, it is sad when no one listens to your stories anymore.
Indeed it is,
But I say,*
maybe no one listens to me anymore,
maybe because I don't have the stories to tell anymore.

Perhaps, I just need a drink,
and a little smoke.
Perhaps, it will make me forget,
with a little stoke.
Perhaps, I just need someone,
with a little more care.
Perhaps, it'll just be anyone,
anyone who'd be aware.
Perhaps, I could take another drink,
and hope can walk.
Perhaps, you, can compensate,
with a little talk.
Perhaps, I just need someone save me.
Perhaps, *perhaps, *perhaps


Maybe, I need you to stop me from this intoxication.
Maybe, I need intoxication by you.

Once you fall in love, there is no going back to being just friends.*
Isn't it the most painful thing, or maybe it is just one regrettable memory.