Chick-o-licius

everything is illuminated in the light of the past

i’m totally misunderstood,
my intentions, my actions,
no hellos, no goodbyes,
this is the condition of no replies

every woman, from around the world,
that thinks of themselves as being my muse,
they are

what do you believe in?
pleasure, i believe in pleasure,
i recommend it to everyone

to most men a woman is the most
beautiful sight they will ever see,
to a woman it is the sight of their
first child’s new born face

they are going to hunt me down
for my dirty life and crimes,
dictating these words into a
digital device at 4 o’clock
in the morning,
poppin so many pills,
to quell the pain in my body/mind,
that i can’t keep track

muzzle your nasty little mouth
and swallow my dirty load

with a gloomy state of mind,
she has a voice that sings
with sweet melancholy

the sign read something like this;
‘Free love/Experience wanted’
and then there is the picture of her,
topless, her white creamy skin exposed,
her tits brazenly bared for all to see,
leg spread just enough,
the thong doesn’t do much to cover-up her pubic hair
and she likes it that way,
her fine featured face,
is sporting little hipster spectacles ‘just because’

she drove her big Buick from another town,
parts unknown,
she thought she was high on life,
a crazy actress,
walked into my show,
she was blown away,
it stopped her in her tracks,
sat down on the floor in utter amazement

Chick-o-licius