I drive by the places where the beautiful people eat,

Then keep driving beyond the places

Where the beautiful people sleep.

Finally I come to the edge of the woods,

And when I know I'm good and alone,

I disrobe by the light of the full moon

And get hairy.

Because you're not in my circle,

And I don't answer your calls,

I'm not the me you wanted me to be.

I'm only the me that I am.

But now, you think I've put on a façade,

That I'm pretending not to want you,

So now you turn, and want me hairy.

I am a beast of the wilderness,

And nothing about me is fake,

And so this game you think I'm playing--

It's not a give and take,

But a take and be taken,

A kill and be eaten type of game.

It's not for fun,

Though it is, fun, for me,

When I'm hairy.

-jenn