Grabby Grabby

Grabby Grabby

Women just take what they want nowadays
With no thought to the oblivious pursuee
She takes my hand all grabby grabby whatever
Talking about a zig-zag of subjects
While I stand in a surreal daze
Unprepared for any workable strategy for escape
All because of some sort of unavoidable attraction
Of what seems good when passing each other by
But turning into shock value during confrontation
I want to get back to my abode
So I can hide behind my books and music
As my hair stands in chaotic surprise
Ready to dance a mock-Charleston
I keep telling her a polite goodbye
But further chapters are yet to come