Roost Rut or Abstinence Makes The Cock Grow Stronger
You can't rush progress
the process this
no put-out bird protests
with giblet water crow
bubbles up with axhead frustration
at prospective copulation
can't verbalize the conjugation
my tea needs time to steep
this Bantam cluck stops
loses rank on the cock walk
shuts out henhouse talk
and the razor heeled roost shop squawk
You can't rush progress
wanna be under your dress
under duress
because love-love
I'm impressed
with your caresses
your barnyard tresses
all good magics deep deep deep
within your nest
BUT...
I'm somewhere slippy
both rooster and chickenhawk
where I can't find the fine line
life defining goldmine
golden mean
in-between
dance or devour
I wanna be
I gotta be
a far wings reach
from that wantin' all or nuthin'
scratch solid in the mortal soil
transcend that cookhouse coil
preen pomposity
lank-danky animosity
the ferocity atrocity
from my oil feathered tail
that's torn
worn
with too many chicken coops
not enough corn poppin'
hoppin' to keep
the greedy beak of my bed fed
where the cock combed head
mistook baited and sated
the overrated pleasure-peak release
as some increase
some tangible palm-grease slide
into Nirvana.
You can't rush progress
of my chicken lips
speakin' the script-scripts-scriptures
of my self inflicted abstinence
conflicted with lustful pictures
of your plush pink barstool ass
my balls are blue
my heart red
baby
bring me back from the dead
to our bed
because
I'm bustin' to trust in
our combustible combination
of rooster rut
and soulful lovin'
in the oven
cookin' juicy roosty
with you
my chicken-lickin' love
'til we find
in kind
that boom-boom pulse
bombast first class
high fallutin' fowwwwww sex
just a-cock-a-doodle doin'
each other.
