Hand-pecked

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Why is everyone in a trance?
Whatever happened to the dance?
And some of the romance?
I’m a sexual intellectual
Provoking feelings contextual
As I eavesdrop on negotiations
Between parties with association
I pity the hen-pecker as well as the hen-pecked
For one wants the money
While the other’s keeping check
And the hen doesn’t know she could be free
While the rooster agrees to hear her plea
Together they care across a round table
That spins like a record on a turntable to no avail
It’s hard to tell if progress is made
Doesn’t seem important nobody’s ‘getting laid’
If only they could see the big goose egg
The golden goose produced
So, then me thinks of how cutting loose
Was the best solution from the noose
Even as my soul wants to live life spontaneously
It reminisces about all this mediocrity
And so, I just rise every day as a phoenix
When really, I’m much more like Felix

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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