Come one, come all,
To this one man show,
Where a man gets stabbed in the heart,
As he wears it on his sleeve.
Not once, not twice,
Too many to count,
Watch as he sheds his tears,
Listen as he shouts.
Then she'd grab his hand,
And throw him into a ring of fire,
If you're looking for entertainment,
This is what you desire.
As she tames and breaks him,
Like a wild lion with a whip and leash,
Listen to that cracking sound,
As it touches his skin.
No fangs, no claws,
Just please, hold your applause,
To see the new age wonder,
The "domesticated" blunder.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
Come one, come all,
To this one man show,
Where a man gets stabbed in the heart,
As he wears it on his sleeve.
Not once, not twice,
Too many to count,
Watch as he sheds his tears,
Listen as he shouts.
Then she'd grab his hand,
And throw him into a ring of fire,
If you're looking for entertainment,
This is what you desire.
As she tames and breaks him,
Like a wild lion with a whip and leash,
Listen to that cracking sound,
As it touches his skin.
No fangs, no claws,
Just please, hold your applause,
To see the new age wonder,
The "domesticated" blunder.
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