You were so kind
You were so jealous
It’s time to bind
Your inner chaos
Adored, intruded by your pills
Measures get shot by your squeezed glance
Admitting your queer manner thrills
I stop instead of taking chance
Forlorner voyeurs down the lane
Or does my scornful conscience play?
Indoors I’m useful like a crane
We’re hanging in world of delay
I stammer: “No”!
You say “NO”!
You pour the gas –
I’m giggling mess
My private Jesuit
Tries to deny me
But to defy me
Was once a bloody hard task
Wild mind of Inuit
Is in to dry me
Or purify me
To fry me from dawn till dusk
My task
Is to stay calm not to ask
I learn aside
You’re newborn Christian
Might you decide
You’re healed by preaching?
Lamenting harder than you think
I spit on wounds to ease the seams
I bite my tongue to leave the brink
But cargo’s tougher than it seems
Feel I’m wax-figured while Earth turns
Well, never mind but when we stroll
That violated promise burns
And now it violates my all
Avoid your eyes
Their immense size
Which I have loved
Brings “sense of doubt”
Personal Jesuit
Tries to deny me
But to defy me
Was once a bloody hard task
Wild mind of Inuit
Is in to dry me
Or purify me
To fry me from dawn till dusk
My task
Is to stay calm not to ask
Gravitations creep
Until they slip
Think it’s gonna creep
I go to sleep
Till I sleep
Or weep
Deep
Molestation maze
In purple haze
Passes me in phase
Where no one lays
Sheep may graze
In gaze
Daze
I’m not here to talk
When we both walk
I feel pace of clock
Wanna unlock
Like livestock
Tick tock
Shock
Whenever it’s rough
I try to laugh
I’m mourning enough
To bring good stuff
Makes me cough
Big muff
Buff
Personal Jesuit
Tries to deny me
But to defy me
Was once a bloody hard task
Wild mind of Inuit
Is in to dry me
Or purify me
To fry me from dawn till dusk
My private Jesuit
Tries to deny me
But to defy me
Was once a bloody hard task
Wild mind of Inuit
Is in to dry me
Or purify me
To fry me from dawn till dusk
My task
Is to stay calm not to ask
Defy me
Defy me
Too many devices to which I am left
So may I develop experience
The one to correct state of permanent theft
And of my pure vision to clear lens?
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