The
game of back door
Sometimes
it blends high
Sometimes
the pain kills it
There
is no two way about it
Men
will always game for the hunt
It
is their nature to explore every ground
Smell
the hunt feel the goodness of it
With
a pistol ever ready to fire the bullet
It
is the women
The
brake stops at them
Shoot
the arrow or save it somewhere
Ask
the question nothing will be there
Men
always enjoy the hunt
Something
taboo something different
It
is bringing it into play
Where
the line brakes..
Then
there is the religion
It
will be difficult to break it down
Divorce
can be filed in
Penal
code will hit the men
Yet
the men will go hunting
Running
deep into the woods
It
is only the women
The
brakes stop at them
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