I'm a woodpecker
And a still life
Barbed tongue goes
BRAAAP BRAAAAP
Between legs and
Between that place of inhibition and...
Want
I'm a terrorist of young girls hearts:
Machine gun rattatatta  against ventricles and vulvas
I'm the things that go boom in the night
BOOM BOOM BOOM
Just loud enough to Muffle the sobbing
Like an explosion, I gather the local news and bored housewives
But the noise leaves a vacuum
I'm the woodpecker