Since school I sought to marry a woman or three,
Tempted by the possibility of how great it'd be,
Having one feed me, one blow me, one fix the TV,
Well maybe…But I never saw that we’d disagree,
But living under this roof with my jealous wives,
Has my constant paranoia keeping tabs on knives,
Because if one went astray, my mind would decay,
Steadily pacing, thinking which one would betray,
The trust that I oh so seldom convey,
I guess everything has it’s own cliché,
You see Liz was everything I ever wanted an more,
But the smirk she wore when the sex was hardcore,
Showed me the truth, of how her mind was at war,
Deciding whether she liked to constantly explore,
All these hidden taboos or would she one day choose,
That she refused to bruise and make some daily news,
Where she’d take her favorite paddle and strike,
Leaving my corpse slouched naked over a bike,
As she’d roll me down the hill that our house rests upon,
But when she looks in my eyes, that thought is gone,
She’s my most devoted and the way she gives head,
Well…it might even be worth it, if I end up dead.
Now Monica, loved that I gave up on religion,
Although she was all for my existing circumcision,
Yet I saw in her eyes a despise for being chastised,
About her temptation to get the others baptized,
Or her urge to stop the orgies and become a mother,
Indeed she was like no other,
In bed she was up for anal, bondage, and facials,
Yet she also gave dirty looks to inter-racials,
It was that internal struggle between slut and religion,
That had me worried about it seeming forbidden,
And how one day she’d snap in a bi-polar manner,
With my neck broken strung up from a banner.
As for Heather she loved being bound in leather,
Whenever the four of us would go out together,
She would always have me racking my damn brain,
Wondering whether the bitch was utterly insane,
Cause she toyed with bane, or a whip and chain,
Infringing on my domain, yet who am I to complain,
After all the lustful sex had me curling my toes,
Living scared, with just my woes and the blows,
That we’d exchange, she had a thing for choking,
You see, if Heather wasn’t turning blue, provoking-
Asthmatic attacks she couldn’t seem to cum,
So imagine my worry if the tables were run,
And my wives decided to try the choking on me,
Leaving me a victim of my self inflicted fantasy. 48
In truth, things did finally turn possessive,
As the sex went way past the usual aggressive,
When we found out that Liz had a baby due in May,
Monica grew weary, screaming there’s no way,
I knew for me, it was time to get away,
Seemingly, that’s when my mind went astray,
For when I woke up, it wasn’t to my usual sensation,
This morning seemed bleak with a loss of recreation,
Before me hung Monica, neck broken, face blue,
Strung up from a banner, and then, case two-
I saw Liz from the corner of my eyes,
Naked on the training bike, bleeding between her thighs,
I ran to Heather’s room, attacked her, choking her,
It had to be her, there was no knowing her,
Yet as I choked the last breathe from her body,
I saw the blood on my hands, it seems that I’ve been naughty…
"The light at the end of the tunnel has been extinguished, by the blood that runs from my open veins."