Bite in the ass

I’m not a plaything; nor a wind-up toy

I’m not something you take for a ride

I possess me, myself; I’m J for Joy

Not here to please you, so go ahead, boy! 
I speak of serendipity; you speak of sex

I may be weird; but I’m not T-Rex

I look for a oneness, a spiritual cove 

I don’t know the 4-letter-word called love 
Maybe the sins of my past beckon

The slights, the pain…you reckon?

Maybe they’ll make me suffer in the rain…

Coz one must feel loss, to appreciate gain.