Kamal has an itch that niggles and gnaws,
An urge like a beast that whimpers and snores
And will leap to its feet with the angriest roars
And inflames and detains and begs with its claws,
King of the flaws,
Get down on all fours,
Opening doors,
Thoughts without pause,
The mind at its wars -
Kamal has an eye that roves and caresses
The girls’ long tresses,
Removes their dresses,
Kisses and presses,
Kamal is driven by a permanent mission,
He hasn’t got permission,
He doesn’t want confusion,
He only likes the fusion,
Love is an illusion,
Convenient conclusion -
But his missus isn’t pleased
At the spilling of the seeds
And his life soon goes awry
After she’s had her good cry
And now he’s on his own
With just a mobile phone
And the heat has left his bones
And all those groans and moans -
Came to Nothing
We’ve all met the over-se*ed guy who claims it’s best to keep life simple and not tell the wife about what he gets up to, and (conveniently) that love is just an illusion anyway.
And then one day she leaves him and his se*ual itch has diminished, and he’s lonely and on his own and what was it all for?
