Whoever coined the phrase – “weaker sex”,
needed to get out more.
An hour-glass figure in skin-tight latex,
All that’s missing is Adam’s rib,
and the voice of God’s meat.
I ain’t learned a thing since the crib,
jumpin’ in (again) with both feet.
She’s as timeless as an AC Cobra,
light your life up like a supernova.
Hasn’t changed since the garden of Eden:
Reel you in with the same lure, everytime,
read me like an open book.
Gettin’ caught up in another, victimless crime,
got me danglin’ on a hook.
It’s a game of give and take, with me givin’
And the rules change every day, she’s winnin’
It’s not as if we don’t have enough chains,
but we were at the back of the queue
when they were dealing out brains.
©27.8.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman
’bout the only thing that’s missing is Adam’s rib,