The nightmare won’t cease
In my brain nor my mind
I can see vile visions
Of vanity going blind
Evoking scenes of voluptuous
Vixens tempting tragically
Those that dared dream
And not wake with a scream
Alas the alarm just rang
I thought I was going to hang
Voluptuous vixens oh my
Glad you woke up big guy
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