Driving down the hill
Through the wind at a maximum speed
A cock crossed with a walk of ease
Honk, honk, with disbelief
This cock stood right in the path of death
A hit, then a squeal
Its family is bereaved
I ruled out suicide
Because this cock was dead blind in one eye

Breaking up and making up
Matters not
But in between break ups
Where you would find heat
First week with relief
Drifting into disbelief
Thoughts, regrets, mixed feelings
Screaming through the heat
Struggling to stand on your feet
Alas, enough is enough
Craving to be loved
Undeserved love
That deserves no last
This must be lust

My sense of hearing, hacked

Taking leave of my senses

What am I feeling?

A sensation through my body

Heart beating, instincts excruciating

Adrenaline rushing through

What a refreshing truth

I have just been hexed

Best among the rest

On a journey from town to town
Trying to avoid but bound to meet this tower of power
Deeply-rooted in the middle of sizzling quakes
Yet standing solo even with Apollo
Hour-glass shaped, toppling far-fetched coca-cola bottle
Swinging yet arousing the dingo of mingling gigolos
Threading gently yet denting the prowess of a Bentley
Melody, an understatement for thee
Ye fair lady of suspense in the dispense
Of inert quartet with intent
Black and never looking back
At the stack of defunct adverse misery
Knock-knock at any hot cock
For an opening is closing on this tower of power
Come harder or Tata