Eastern wild turkey

She gives

me a good

whooping

from time

to time.

I can't say

I didn't

deserve it.

Trippin'

and sliding

Her mind

melding

sticker

slaps,

breaks

my pride.

I never

know

that I'm

close,

until

I cross

the line.

Fine me

your

love

baby,

let me

fight

to honor

our pact.

You're

my sun...

the cannon

fodder

that ursurps

the burn.

I'll gladly

walk back

to the klin.

Add more

inkling

to my steel.

Over

and over

till my will

is one

with your wish.