Poetry Time: He's an Animal

He was burnt out before he’d even spoken

Blasphemed with China doll tokens

Rotten straight to his coward’s core

Corrupted by visions of whores

Of golden women with sun-burnt skin

Ivory teeth and manicured fins

Sharks encircling a wounded seal

Its pathetic cries an easy meal

But they tangled with the wrong mammal

Warm-blooded not helpless this animal

The weakest man has often the least

To lose is a win if you kill the beast

And he doesn’t want their pretty dresses

Their shiny rings, their makeup messes

The accessories stuck in their hair

Their weak conversation, their vapid airs

He wants to kiss their greedy mouths

And suck the spoiled child out

He wants to leave them cold and bare

Begging for his warmth, his hair

And when he’s done they’ll see him smile

Drained of lust but full of guile

Overbearing is the hand of man

Stained and calloused, closed, not open

He’s an animal

He's an animal

He's an animal

He's an animal