the fails  the falls          actual trips
on the pavement
               flat out  in male heat  whimpering
commandeered    by mating itches
                            you trace the pattern    pursuing your needs
you've probed the city beds                      
     for the love song  some tremor of heart
              but  it becomes more akin to research
lurching through the 'feeding grounds'                      
too many 'successes' and some hard 'romantic' hurts
it becomes numbers                                            
       and used condoms skinned off your member
you do that long enough                                          
                ­  and you've become something criminal
you act the brag   call it 'throwing ****'
                  and imagine it 'the glorified hunt'
your discourse with girls                              
                 power toward vital recitals that 'score'
toss out your heart and suss out 'weaknesses'
(the same weaknesses you loathed                          
                     in your own beginners wounds)
before long you've become a bored and pushy criminal
never quenched
chasing the young with vile deceit
not even a shower between each 'victory'
you daren't bring them to your place anymore
taxi cabs have your address flagged
send up verbal flares        
          to any potential fares
with you   a daring destination
    ***** lair of aggressor ego
mister 'never takes 'no''
****** predator