The Coward

When lightning strikes

You lock the door

She tries to run

You grease the floor

Your clumsy flirting

Fails to score

And so you call her

"Little whore"

She's chaste - You're evil

Incarnate

You know of nothing

But to hate.

Your bloody hands

Leave crimson brands

Upon the things

That you "command"

Your problem's

Simple cowardice.

When peeped

You preen

And take the piss

Heads up...

The World

Is watching you

We're wise

To all the dirt you do-

A fearful man

Without a clue

Whose lies give way

To what is true

[Image cropped from watercolor by Kim Boettcher-Knuth @kimconnections on Instagram]