Hahaha…
I love poking at people, it’s a hobby of mine
I know someone who shares it, he’s lovely, so fine
that soul that I know, his name is Doug Hell
he came to me softly, then made me tell
All the things that he wanted, poked in and poked out
he poked and he prodded, I’m nearly poked out
although one would say he’s an angel of sorts
I know he’s the devil, or wearing his shorts
I see all the symbols he wants me to see
then he gets jealous and would strangle me
but he knows he knows me deep down inside
my soul is his soul that much I cannot hide
so likely, so driven, perhaps I am mad
but I just can’t believe that Doug Hell is that bad
to destroy what he wants, what he longs to create
a dream he can have, something that he can’t break.