Chances are, in a dark place deep down
Your orgasmic ecstasy hides a saddened frown
Little do you know how admired you are
By a demented psychotic prophet clown
Watching and pondering from afar
So loving and admirable
Fundamentally and intrinsically noble
Unable to withhold yourself from any man who’ll call
A treasure who cannot resist to feed the hungry, any and all
Your inability to express rejection
Impresses me mightily, as I am the object of all dejection
If anyone will see your beauty, it’s me
Where others see selfishness, I see loyalty
Where others see indignity
I see poetry
Of all the splendor of women, it’s yours I’d rather see
Walking with you on the street, there’s nowhere I’d rather be
Watching you devour with your eye
Every man who passes by
Would be taken by little old me
As nothing but flattery
I guess I’ve never been one for jealousy
Or maybe I’ve made a fetish out of my male insecurity
But I vow to serve heaven with what life has made me be
Yet there you are, surrounded by testosterone
Running from God in self-hatred, weeping and alone
While I stand here praying that I can come to you; a knight on a roan