Men of wax and girls who giggle.

Dudes in jackets, men in suits.
Libran charm, Sagittarian moods.
Party's in the city, let's all dress up.
Call all the coquettes, time to jump.
Shiny boys with pretty fluffy hair,
Check each other out, without a care.
Softy soft, Greek face of theirs,
Dimpled glory of gay boy grace.
Perfect statues, exotic beverage,
Warm them up with liquid courage.
Watch them melt as the champagne swirls,
With their feminine friends with frilly twirls.
He likes her dress, she likes his shirt.
He means it, he ain't a classless pervert.
A common friendship understood by few,
Straight girl, and the guy who loves his shoe.
Dance together , let those hips wiggle,
Men of wax and girls who giggle.

Ambrosia

Eating to live and living to eat.
The sweet, the salty, the veggies, the meat.
Gastronomical excesses of the exquisite sort.
Changing our minds and making bodies contort.

Heavenly rush as the delicious, crash-land.
Shoveled onto tongues by impatient hands.
The riot of tastes and swiveling thoughts.
The high of the taste-buds confuses and distorts.

Empty is life without the growl of hunger.
To remind you of life's finest surrenders.
Give into the zenith of purest instinct.
Feed me, need me, or we shall all be extinct.

Come with me as I explore the forbidden.
Mixing up lactose with everything Piscean.
Giving the runs a run and running through the door.
Let's burn it all away and make place for some more.

Ingest, digest, disseminate the energy.
Glowing within, our sinful daily therapy.
Summon your friends, make this an orgy.
Of the stomach, forever, through infinity.

Destroy

Dream I did of the safe happy life.
Joy unbound, no war and no strife.
Live it I did, for so many years.
Bored I did get, without the fears.

She asked me for more.
I kept rejecting her.
I wanted to feel alive.
But chose to whimper.

Complaints, restraints.
Laments, constraints.
I fought, I brought,
Shackled hate.

I want to kill it all.
I want to bury the past.
I want to melt and bleed and fly.
I want it to be the last.

I can't take the ennui anymore.
I can't take the energy traffic jam.
I don't want to spend my old age.
Dreaming of marmalade while surviving on jam.

So I am gonna fight myself.
And I am gonna free myself.
And I am gonna have a million regrets.
For it's better than revealing my twisted secrets.