by Nick Gisburne
Whatever you were thinking, think again.
Remember, bones are brittle, and they break.
You see a toy, a doll designed for men,
But I can see the stupid moves you make.
The curves you covet? Never. Not for you.
Too weak to please me, far too tame to try.
Perhaps you need to carefully review
The contents of your will, before you die.
I’ll give you seven seconds to retreat,
Before you meet a friend of mine, a fist.
For some, your lines, I’m sure, are smooth, or sweet,
But I am on the ‘time to kill you’ list.
Ambitious. I will give you props for that,
But all you want is pussy. I’m a cat.
