No Life without Her
By Wild Bill Copyright © 2009
Why was this thrust upon me? I asked not for this future, this trail, this mission!
What an ugly forlorn wee life I now must lead; one from the other in dark places hidden.
Why must I exist in this dim, immoral, putrid, hideous rat-infested dissension?
Will you not forgive my lust, my longing for loss of clarity, of purpose, of ruin?
Take me now I implore, today, this instant, this place, this time, this awful spot
I am naught without her heart beating low in the essence of my soul.
There is no love without her cool breeze! No life without her moments hot!
Let me ride her but once before you seize her; just one more moment let me roll?