Womankind want´s to be watchdogged,
hopefully only the greyshade bitches.
Therefore the chaperone is always around,
in phonecells and good counsels.
That guys skills are some hidden brick in the wall,
commanding some natural return service.
For the protective instinct is way down deep anchored,
in the genetic brutish make-up and seized.
A chick that is smelling the harsh body odor,
of course might get a lil wet though.
The rain beneath wuthering in a cloud,
hemmed in between... chunks.
It worked well as some mechanism over the millenia,
the female is sheltered, and will ensure there is offspring.
That cute little tower is nourished and cherished,
manically, even battles were stricken around it.
I pity you, getting in the way of this wondering tower,
it will just roll over you, foreward and backward.
Over and over again, flat like a cake base
the poor victim will look like.
That´s very odd (William S. Buroughs)