All overthrown in his dismal heights
he eyed a mate for his oversights
He grabbed a wrist, an arm, a hand
He put her up, over, then up again.
When she grappled, fighting back
he pushed her hard; she heard a crack.
With that sound his dreams were down
And with her down his fate was sound.
He picked her up by the hair
and frazzled, she then sucked in air
As rapid as his ascent was made
so his fall came without a fade
Flesh on flesh and sin on sin
he had no hate to suffer in
Wallowing in this gaudy play
they played again and again--all day.