nature of the beast

new blood arrives, hopes are revived
swiftly he climbs the learning ropes
making masters look like flops
with schedules amended,
celebration commended...

the place is packed
people like cards in a deck
however, the jacks are here for the queens
some wanting to bring them back
others just needed them to lick it clean

he lit a cigarette
knowing himself, he felt regret
this game of poke-her(poker) was not for him
he is not, in any ways, a prophet
maybe he just didn't like filthy hyms

the queen of spades casted a glance
inquisitive, decisive, she made her advance
he did not deter, it did not matter
soon her body was all over
but he kept his hands together
thinking of the past which haunted him like a reaper

the lights are dimming, the guys are steaming
the gate is unhinged, the beasts are unleashed
fruits are ripe, ready for the relish
of men burying their pipes to the finish
he left and went home
alone on his bed, these words formed

what i want is to have and to hold
emptiness in me is the ending
everytime i fuck and go