gogoponypanic

This avenue is cold and cobblestoned
I do not assasin down it
for I fear the tempo my boots beat
will be heard as I follow
in your footsteps
as they lead to your door.
But why go where I have been before.
A nasty rhyme I did not mean,
but coincidence is my metier.
But I digress, standing at your door.
I never knock, my narcissism denies me
the use of my arms for
I am not a vulnerable person(no good at it)
and I was taught to drop out
of any race I can't win(so to speak).
I don't trust and I
am not a good person. Know that
this is not a farce.
I am an excess,
not to be indulged.
A panda is still a bear,
powerful, selfish, and sentimental.
Hopelessly refusing to fuck
to save its species.
But only for itself.
For I know a man(or of him)
whom after his wife
once refused him
never made love to her again.