The madness comes not just when the moon does rise.
Or the distant calls of the wolf that cries.
The lunacy that does rezide.
Deep with in my insides.
Do I control the animal in me?
Then why does the domestic side in me, plea?
For hunger and lust do hold strong.
Especially when seeing, a girl in a thong.
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