...seeing purse dressed, flowery-folds,
knows the pleasure, -heaven holds.
Standing proud, -cocksure his breast,
exhausted her, laugh-ter, -nothing left.
Weakly submissive, exhilarated now pressed,
emboldened by she, guardedly bereft...
No strawberry, cakes, honey, grape,
you know what's coming;
Is a life of torment,
nothing seems quite right
nothing is quite wrong
Everything is inbetween,
a purpose or
The laughing God of tricks
— The End —