The Master

Trap this man, chain him down

Before he takes another round 
His passion now has run awry 
Give him time; someone will cry

He’s lost all sense; there’s no release 
A one track mind; a senseless beast
He’s bottled up and may explode
How long can his patience hold?

Here comes the master with a frown
With just a look, she has him bound 

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