Ode to My Satyriasis Addiction
I can't walk past a flower can't avoid the smell of grass
I can't walk past a pretty girl without reaching for lips tits and ass
I've got go home and act happy now when my life is in the pits
I'd rather go back with a machete in hand and hack all the liars to bits
I fall in love each day now I do each night i cry my type of cry
I want every girl to love me just me or else I just need to die
I'll never be happy with one lover I'll never be happy with ten
Because it's now plain to my eyes I need lovers again and again
I'll never be happy with one love I'll never be happy with eight
Because I fall in love again and again I love on the very first date
This is an ode to my Satyriasis
Do u understand it's basis?
But I am not the sewer type man you dump your garbage on
I am the flashy butterfly u reach out to grab and it flitters and then
again
It is gone.
poem by Beau Golden
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