You can have nothing
Or you can have it all
Go ahead and witness
A matadorian nightmare
Or be the center of attention
At the Marquis de Sade’s latest ball
Did you know it would be possible
As I flog you with my mind
Only a combination of personalties
No don’t pull away my darlings
When I show you
My Spansh hardware

I’ve flurted with royalty
While being shadowed
By General Franco’s secret police
Wallowed in the cess
Of the highwaymen and their brood
So I put it all together
The only way I know how
With a bullet in the barrow
Razor on the plow
Caught in the bocage at a panzer’s feast
Farming the crops of circumstance with
My Spanish hardware

Things aren’t always as clear
As some would like them to be
Except for the crack of whip
In the web of the vine
Sometimes you are the spider
But more often the fly
I stay at home week nights
Tied to a favorite chair
Abusing myself
With the colored tube beverage
Yes I drink a special glue
Whether I’m Mr. Nice Guy
Depends on you
As I polish
My Spanish hardware

As time marches on
The Inquisition moves forward
Occasionally even sees
The light of day
Authorities and common folk alike
Blown out of bondage
From their conservative views
Though still in some pain
It’s a stealthy pleasure
That keeps bringin' ‘em back for more
Of pillory and ankle stocks
Never really losing
Only to win
When I give you
My Spanish hardware

© 1994
Inputted and revised © 2021

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01/23/2021

Author's Note: An experimental ‘connect the dots’ piece.

Posted on 01/23/2021
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