i’m sick of being all chauvinistic,

constantly wanting to give some hot chick

a couple of voluptuous kisses

but then I never find the final courage in expression

and am forever stuck permanently burdened with transgression

but however much direction of my affection I turn

none shall I ever become deciphered

because I’m pickled in between complex and subtly simple

and definitely waiting to be trickled by plenty of hot sex that’s utterly fickle

i don’t choose to be intensified by electrocution,

but it’s a bit too difficult to find the next solution,

that waits at the end of this yellow brick road,

that plays a complex game of tag within this mellow fixed prose.