Many strangers transverse repetition
Godly on the minds of the saintly
Seduction blowing up all battleships
And if you're naughty, she'll have her whip

She has reddened so many bums like hotdogs
Sometimes its easier for lust over the crops
A stranger in your house and loves to lounge about
Wave your magic wand but it won't give in to her touts.

There's nothing,
in the water,
Just the bees
above hovering
A change of wind
with sway of trees

There's empty alleyways,
no beauty but decay
No female should traverse,
God won't put your pain in reverse.

There's a breeze that catches sneezes
and Angels once set on believing
and a little thing called the odds,
Die a penny-less worthless sod
Or the poison of captured catfish,
Die upon the moon you make a wish,
But there's no second chances
when God made trick or treat.