What else, but my cocoon trapped in the wild
I chastised sanity and a glamorous journey
So none of my sins is cleansed
I am, but only a desperate, marooned despot
I am, but a reckless, lost feline
Chasing waterfalls percolating in a hot desert
Most men are jubilant for tearing down their throats,
They are glad to see their sinking ship loose its last price
Because they envelope the beauty of one woman, they only fall for one.
But not me, a dreadful sinner
Not me, a lost fiend
I am beautiful, but only on my hull
For I salute every page been folded in the city,
I wax for any frond that passes by,
Being silly to all the girls in the neighborhood.
And I never cared about my scars
Because I am, as they say, a perfect freak.
I never fight to end the decades of nasty hassles around their waists
They are never valuable to me
Their long days to satisfy me make them tasteless.
But that rather hardened me like steel out of a furnace
I adore them more, chasing waterfalls
Wanting more and more, of their wilting concords,
Chasing waterfalls, is my mark
But for decent men, guarding one woman is their savory quest.