Bob - the Bar. 1995

I walk the streets looking for a whore for free.
A suck for freedom, a suck for love, a suck for me.
I eat, talk cool, drink and shoot pool.

Lust for the lick of your depravity, for the flaring perfume
Pulsing velvet petals, warm, fertile, nourishing.
I want to muzzle, burrow and grow, deep inside.
Grow through you, become and be you, arise anew.

And then walk away. (You can come to)