Hapless objects of desire
Closing up backing off averting eyes
Not to be bothered
Shall they be safe?
So we can tell he’s got a tough heart
An amazing dick
And what an attitude could be there
If he only had a brain
At night in the dark he wouldn’t exist
I think to myself
Spending what little time I might with
Those few who are more interesting and artistic
Or picking up their albums hoping to comprehend
Shall I be sorry?
Of petrochemical pseudoestrogen chemistry
Of brown-nosing bureaucracy and backstabbing stress
Of permanent PMS
If they only would detox
At night in the dark everything would change
He tells me
I’m so bright I’m scary
Nobody had told me until now, nobody was listening
With mind and body petrified
Shall our spirits be broken?