[Vulgar]

Women wouldn't give him the light of day - the power must be taken out
Was it the devil in the details that thwarted him,
or the hours spent in Satan's house?
Surrounded by strangers, he rarely ever heard his name in a sentence
His kryptonite was the fact that he had no Lois Lane to begin with
When Ingrid stood him up at a restaurant, he thought he felt his face erupt
When Chun Li did the same, he kicked himself & bought some Asian smut
"The Glass City's splendid enough, in a place where the plaintiffs strut"
might be a cat and mouse game if the emotional range is rough
Reindeer tusks hang over a fireplace; pangs of lust, outside it's raining gusts
Southside, it's mainly drugs - the alpines are gray and brusque
His singular view of the Appalachians and plainspeak thrush
Here was the story of a lonely suburbanite who can't be touched
A Wall Street damsel was rather attainable
he'd made enough bankrolls to support a sample of grainy prose
as Amy glowed, he watched her glide, the studs on her bracelet flow
Wolfed down Adderals to contain his muse
Full blown Kasparov with his chess master frame & lanky glutes
yet he wasn't famed in groups - his mind was his muscle in a race of brutes
Needless to say he wasn't the life of the party
he just wanted to spend the night with somebody
Some evenings he'd pray for an eventual wife and a Harley
Driving down a country road, cigar in mouth, a tyke in the car seat
An Ichabod Crane build and hopeful look in his eyes...
He couldn't mend his empty feelings without a woman to prize
Unsure if girl problems would be his downfall or stepping stone
An epsilon, he trekked into the town hall to fetch a scone
For him, romance was missing - felt like he was in an abandoned prison
Until a strange, thin girl came up to him offering weed brownies
Meeting her gaze, he consumed every deliciously potent tidbit...
"Why, thank you," - from there, he handled business