A cardboard heart placed in the jungle,
You see me right now, surely no trouble?
I could see you long ago,
When your lips would bleed sore,
And you had someone to call for.

My meat and teeth were substitute puppets,
For your slender fingers and nasty spit.

Let's not forget the rest of the jungle.
From Monkey to Zebra you all had turns,
Twisting and following all in a bundle,
Pleasure wrapped in fast sweats and slow burns.

Then again, I could split you in two,
As if that isn't what you want me to do.

© ManWithoutSelf