the supposed vulnerability was never there
from day one intuition spoke beware, beware
grown with women all my life and have the wares
saw a sham dressed in pixie dust with languages of the street
so look back and see the fish swam away from the hook always
though wriggled and played round the bait but its just not my tea
to harp and repeat and roll a fantasy that never anchored is vacuous
have loved before but my loving is inspirational and pure not sapping
take your dastardly plan n wasted efforts, return to your mud baths
no vulnerability here for vultures and ghouls to feast fetid rancid jaws