The next Move
ah
ah
I have iT
in my hands,
I want to do
something with it
but im scared
so I stand,
not too sure
on my next move
damn the feeling of feeling damned,
she fell right
into my palm
but to bother her
I can’t,
I fidget
feeling rigid
I AM a Richard
I’m the man,
the king in me
is humbled
and I bow
as if on holy land,
that doesn’t mean
I don’t attempt
but every kick
is caught by another hand,
that assures me
somethings going to happen
but it’s not
what I have planned,
so all the more
does it make me mad
and all the more
do I demand,
for more
oh this whore
has me heated
and then a fan,
hovers over and cools me off
I’m put off
and forget
why I heavily pant,
once I sit
all the way down
I can now
figure out my next dance
