To the Enforcer;

To the Enforcer;

Oh, you dirty dog you.
I saw you eye me up on the way in
and don't think I didn't feel
the strings of longing you attached to me
snip
and snap back at you
as I severed them-
shutting with car door scissors.

After the Feeler had left
you showed your true colours
the ones you'd been showing with your eyes
not your touching feel.

I know you sir,
and I've played the game
but that's not to say I didn't have a good time
taking a round with you tonight.

Because Mr. Enforcer
with tease and cute torture
you touched and tried to force me to feel
and you tried to help me discover
what I already know
and seeing I knew you thought you could bust on through
without having a key to the door.

But Mr. Enforcer
as the doors one key holder
I can say you're attempts
were bold and were brave
but as I said to you both
in a letter before
you're confusing the touch
with the gain.

-Matthew Koutzun

On a Short Leash

On a Short Leash

On a short leash
getting shorter,
it's a tug here and a tug there
and I'm back in line.

They say the dogs at the store
they pick you,
So I guess I have no one to blame
but me in this case.

But on a short leash
getting shorter,
a quick snap here and a snap there
doesn't make my owner give any slack.

Because on a short leash
getting shorter
it's just tug here and smooth tug there
and I'm back in line, just like that.

-Matthew Koutzun