THE CLOSET ROMANTIC

All those chances left untaken
And the chains remain unshaken
I was told that love would find me
But they surely were mistaken

HARD WORKER

If myself lay in work
And my passion do shirk
Here my destiny's sealed
As the hypocrite jerk

THE "PERVERT"

In pursuit of the rib
Which led us to dust
Here lies with the scornéd hand
The destruction of trust