When the rhyme stops, shout, no one will hear your screams.
Sugar mama, time to close the curtain
Or maybe was that your door?
Forget the schemes of Eros and dream about me.
If you ponder the confused mind
-when the mind is already clobbered of thinking
Because he is foolish, that was your reason
And the mind cannot grant foolishness.
O sweet sugar mama, she ran away
Never looks back or even scowls
For every footstep she cursed
No she wasn't howling in pain.
What have I done?