The purple scent of lavender
A promise poorly spent,
The soft caress of fingertip
A crushing thought's lament.

The tension building in your head
A sudden lightning bolt
Was the cause of all this turmoil
Based in **** that was your fault?

Panicked spasms wrack your gut
Your mind is in a whirl,
Is your rampant sexuality
Preoccupied with this young girl?

You cast about for reason
Manufacture good excuse,
But there's no denying logic
It's because you're far too loose.

This shaggy end is desperate
And desperation is a shame
But the lime green finger's pointing
And it's delivered you the blame!

Marshalg
Mangere Bridge
4th October 2008