Strolled through the park,
Like it's holy land.
Couples everywhere,
Going hand in hand.
Cuddles and sighs,
Locking their eyes.
Rocking the grass—
A poor disguise.
Here walks a guy,
Then makes his way,
Seeing the things
That perverts say.
Never have I ever,
Been trapped before,
Witnessing a frenzy,
Shaken to the core.