Baltimore Strangler

She's got a neck

built for my hands

the way a pine

grows for the saw

they say I hate women

they couldn't be more wrong

she's got a pierced lip

and a mohawk

and a strut

that reminds me of a tiger

I think she's a waitress

at rocket to venus

I've seen her flipping

records at reptilian

the other day

I followed her

all the way

from hopkins to the harbor

I lost her in the crowd

when the o's game let out

I never saw that girl again

and it's a shame

I just wanted to hold her

like an anaconda