Homage to Juice

Here agaig.
So pitiful.
Memory lane.
Almost full.
Wondering why?
That bitches flesh is not fresh.
She`s been table dancing much too long.
Gonna warn her by striking the gong.
Am I a man who`s only thinking
when my cock is standing?

Too much love in the world.
Gave familiar flesh to cover my word.
Do not disturb this loner
said the little bird.
No matter if jealousy came demanding it`s aim.
Twist of fist won`t burst into fame
Am I a loveable man who worship himself so dearly?