Primitive feelings of chasing the need,
by giving the tingle that runs until burn,
shows me the greed that I always give feed,
ensuring that goals will now taste like they’re earned.
Repetitive actions that never are stopped,
give out the shop of how this can be topped,
sending a rush of endorphins to touch,
all of the temple until there’s a rush.
Sharing this gift with my friends and my pals,
gives the more happiness soothing my void,
that only is filled by the love of true gals,
who train my rush into something enjoyed.