Ass, man; crazy cohorts
The mind is just too much; too hazy, too crazy,
too difficult to please. Woman wants child, man – woman.
Child wants moments wild. With time it gets ready,
becomes man or woman; man with woman, woman with child.
Life’s a soup of confusion; too hasty, so tasty
for some but bitter for the bum who runs before walking,
rhetorical before talking has come to settle
slowly but surely, to suit civil notions
and all those motions that make up society;
Its show and sobriety and oceans of emotions.