I just knew he would ditch her
A so called love
God what nights man!!
They don't sleep, they don't let me sleep
Flashy lights, circuitous pain
No they didn't use me free
He prepaid, she postpaid
And hell of a manic passion
as they hit me away
I have climaxed with them
Laughed with them, wept
And I decided their schedule
The boy took me along everywhere
to answer her calls
and Aghh...nature's calls
Oh, he has a dirty red bucket
Unwashed like his trousers.
Am thrown up when someone wins
Crashed down at losses
Here I am, last crashed by a
Listless teenager
me am just a device man
Snorting down at futile human endeavour
Your breed 's frenzied slave
Today am your master, aren't I?
I control, regulate
Your Frenzied dance.
2004
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