Walls clearly out
the scratching and chasing
They called it a kitten's mitten
'a man with a soft touch and glove
As men would say, "you're merely a *****"

Round and round; those circles
of being like a dog chasing it's tail
Said a man being a dog, "just chasing *******"
******* off strangers, ******* on the front porch
'I have to mark my territory, a terrorist for girls
going to war

Still with the shell of surviving anything
cockroaches; festering with all cockiness
Tell me when the light shines on you
does that confidence start to scatter
A little pit pat into the tiny cracks of the cupboard
where those skeletons reside; a skin disguise of pride

Oops, excuse my running mouth
just exercising my lacklustre freedom of speech