Cupid’s dog

Looking for love in all the wrong places
Hitting the clubs for hos to erase this
Urge to devour,

The loneliest hour
Is like a blood red moon calling beasts to power

Little lambs in the house with their tight ass dresses
On display, a la carte, their expensive tresses

Nothing more than a leash to attract the senseless
The meat may be sweet but it ain’t defenseless

Teasing hungry animals with fakes and fawns
Fooling amateurs with promises that break at dawn

Small talk gets attention, keeps them in control
Laughing at the puppies as their stomachs growl

Surrounded by the harmless they take back their time
Whether imbibing on hard liquor or just sipping wine

The music camouflages all the fear and lust
Party lights confuse the eyes about what they can trust

While the wolves fix their eyes on the meat that’s raw
I sniff the air for a healthy specimen to gnaw

Don’t need a death wish looking for some ecstasy
But a runner guaranteed to make it hard for me

I want to hear that whimper when she knows she’s caught
Feel her heartbeat racing, terrified and hot

Last call and I’m packaging my meal for tonight
Lights on and we’re off to satisfy appetites

Gonna smash it like a burger when I’m starving to death
Toss the wrapper on the floor when I’m all out of breath

Sweep the trash right out of the door
And change the sheets on the bed
Wash, rinse, and repeat until the day that I’m dead

©05.08.2017 ebn