Okay, he’s doin’ Jane,  
well things change.

 I tell him, Consider Wayne.  
Don’t play in her garden,  

don't smell her flower.  
The night grown,  

we’ll get it California
 kush poppin’ because we know

 we can’t when wifey home.  
He’s a good girl;

lady in the streets,
porn star in bed.  

I’m more animal
 than the zoo allows,

like a dungeon dragon.  
He’s got that pink  

ring; I work it  
orange-red. He ain’t shy  

no more, he’s a fairy
– I make him fly.  

He says I’m so sweet.
that he wanna lick  

the wrapper, so
I let him lick the wrapper.