The Perfect Pleasure Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Hell has no such fury such as a woman's scorn.
Twisted and torn.
A benevolent pretzel.
I feel the morning lights.
Too bright.
A headache.
Ill take some Advil to go.
Cause I got to keep up with the show.
We will walk toe to toe.
We'll party till the body slows.
We will walk till it snows.
We will, we will, we will.
Oh such a thrill.
I'm going to reach the northern lights before I come into old age.
The stars are really not that far.
I feel so young.
I feel, I feel so undereducated.
Silently emasculated.
Yet I have the smarts to go on.
Never stop, never stop.
Even if it hurts.
Even I can see the curtains.
Life has no limits.
No rules, no bounds.
Its just one leap to the next.
Sometimes something just misses you.
Close call, that's all.
God this world is such a pretty ball.
But still its bleeds.
Tossed about. Screams and shouts.
Sometimes somethings just don't count.
Not now, not ever.
Its the perfect pleasure.