All men are tuned 
or wired to be furious 
at that uncontrollable time 
one stand per night 
or whatever lovers one 
with a love seeking wife
ask a fu*king king 
keep crossed your hands 
if you have no free fingers 
your poem-ink 
is grand 
ah what a one night stand 
was it grand
different spice every night
different red chilies all right                
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