#Woody #Stirling #Scottish #Scotland #Strictlymakinmusic #UK #Poetry #Poet #2020 complain, Again and again But you do know the pain And the strain The same as me ? Really Be reall with me See if you can relate Stuff I've done for a date Got me fucken over my best mate Allways early But cuming late  Her body language I translate Leave her  in a state She can't remember the date Lost in the moments Now it's my time to rhyme That's fine I brought a few line To animate People in a deep hole Tring to im -itate Intimidate I'm just trying to Get in a intimate And intricate detail With his date Till shes Telling me  I'm great Its just fate Don't worry I'll wait Pass the time Meditate People think im subdued, It's just for the subs And veiws Easy to confuse, You've nothing When you've everything to loose You've everything And you've still nothin I'm doubtful I'm the type of fool  youll fool, No bluffin I see your play Play cool Say I'll give you  what you want I won't Said you'd listen but you dont Don't even know I'm missin Contacts in breach if you try impeach Ive a leason  to teach to each I'm a creature for sure It's existence Don't make sense But I'm tense In all tense Past present and future Intense fast   Will it last? But alas  i had a blast Worry the discovery My recovery Is a cover see  currently There currency Will cost me a fence, A look but don't touch Policy Perticular  with my crockery  Start mocking me But I lick the plate My mind a prison So bet I'm starving Losing my vision Like looking though A prism Like im in a position To worship When i aint worth shit She's screaming  the mold dont fit And I dont want to be told it Told her she's got my heart But she can't hold it it Where do i start? My head or your bed If I've not already said? Probably one And  the same A game Know what I mean when i say I ain't mean But seems  I love to make her Scream Without  seams A dream,  Like i rush in Rushing For a discussion But don't want the fussin Speak a different language Like im Russian  She's a dancer that got me in a trance with a dance They way she move Move me Traditional And groovy With nothing to prove to me My head a sex dungeon Where all the ladies stripped Floor wet They slipped , I'm the type of lover Who like to smother Saying she can't take anymore I just long to give her another She can't anticipate But happy to participate If she's left feeling great No dispute constitute fate Won't change my suit