Fever pitch,
Sweaty palms,
Repeated psalms

Tension high
Time, it flies
Perfect target
Rug matches carpet

Blonde and blue
If she only knew
Another notch
No other swatch
Colors match
One more drink down the hatch

I stab and laugh
She screams and gasps
Air leaves her lungs
I laugh, having fun

There’s a lower low
In the spiral steps I tow
Down and abound
Surrounded by shroud and sound

“Another one down, another one bites the dust. “