J
John J
Guest
August is Modest-
socially timid August
telltale of modest ways
how could you ever trust us
if we hurry you away
it is not your cause
to mean something everyday
it is just your flaws
that make you a social decay
decaying as a flower
August, it’s perverse
your finest hour
is your social rehearse
fragile words are spoken
only to be succumbed
heart and hymen broken
by me, the beloved
I always feel erotic
when you want none
a social timid, chronic
gets me wanting some
socially timid August
telltale of modest ways
how could you ever trust us
if we hurry you away
it is not your cause
to mean something everyday
it is just your flaws
that make you a social decay
decaying as a flower
August, it’s perverse
your finest hour
is your social rehearse
fragile words are spoken
only to be succumbed
heart and hymen broken
by me, the beloved
I always feel erotic
when you want none
a social timid, chronic
gets me wanting some