all you players wanna tap that, right?
you wanna chase her round the night
until you corner her by a sheet-less bed
and ***** her like she dreaded you would,
like you knew you would?
immature boys and your morning wood.

you would, you pig; take her out
and make her feel wanted, asking about
her life, her dreams but never hearing,
not even noticing her carefully chosen earrings?
her specially chosen shoes, carefully applied makeup
perfectly fitted black dress and waxed eyebrows; just for you -

- oh no; you won't even notice in your wrinkled shirt
and boxers caked with more than dirt.
but fine with you, you pig
you're probably not even that big…
just making up for lack of humanity;
your shallow sense and borderline insanity.

you won't even wash in a bottle of beer.
get the **** out, you’re not welcome here.