I Still Want It

I still want it.

They say I can't have it, it's like a rabbit.

I still want to grab it.

If I'm still it might come me and I can suddenly snatch it.

I got to be subtle so I can subtly catch it.

I'm seeing double, I'm having trouble matching it.

I keep being puzzled, I can't sleep or dream, I'm kerfuffled.

I eat, repeat, I struggle grabbing it.

How did I end up in the jungle stumping over a rabbit?