Is it beyond intuition? br Is it far beyond sight? br Feeling and common sense, br I know you’re not bright. br You wag and tag along, br Like an old women’s club, br Looking for some gossip, br But boy, you’re trying- br To gratify your inner pup. br As good intentions turn to drawl- br First words turn into tunnel stare- br And hit by a bag of flare, girlish viper, br Poison as you scramble to reground, br Your steps, falling and tumbling, br Over puppy unstable paws, br Vertigo a constant top dog- br In a world’s tilted too steep, br To resemble rational thought, br One more, love-dumbfound, drowned pup, br On the tempting, you can’t resist: female lead.