Marching along with one sole mission? Does this
Soul have any idea, going through the motions
Being swept up and along by forces outside of
Itself, calling tge shots, serving up shots of
Whiskey or rye or gin or maybe vodka?
One soul is feeling so vulnerable, their vulva
Calling out to be sheltered away from harm
Safe from advances unwanted unannounced
To so sudden on it pounce pound piston piss
On piss off, what a prick thing to do to say
No respect, no human decency, simply animal
Ferocity , carnal appetite where this pour soul
Was walking along running their soles thread
Bear like so many tires burning and shreading
Whereas this innocent soul just wanted to be
Left alone to not be a target another sad victim
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