Humility comes with self-loathing
You don't want to walk in my shoes

Let's beat the messenger
Until he or she is black and blue

Equal rights means equal fights
Said the Quarter to the Spoon
Set the heat to highest degree
And I'm sure you'll be here soon

Whistling like the wind through canyons
These men on bars ought do
Fine women, fine dining
Are not in-line for you

Staring at a plate
Far too full for my hunger
Go away, you glutted fool
I desire you, no longer

A lover's kiss,
A gentle touch
Things I do not feel
Unknowing
Confused thoughts
Are things that are too real.