Would I still accept
This abuse if I didn’t
Want to sleep with her?
Would I still accept
This abuse if I didn’t
Want to sleep with her?
He sends me running
After people who aren’t nice
To me and gets me
Into dangerous
Situations, but without
Him, life is so dry.
If you saw the spook
Of which I speak, you’d have no
Choice; you’d run and shriek
You’ve known guys like me.
You know not to trust me. But
Why are we talking?
I’d rather be a
Asshole, Motherfucker, than
A wee weak willed worm.
My perversity
Is only curiosity
I am quite wholesome
Whenever I say
Something really stupid I
Smile wide because I
Probably just spoke
The truth for the first time in
A really long time.
Blindly blundered I
Through life and love and now am
Bound forevermore.
I am tired of
These drug addicts. I want to
Be with addicts of
The type of drugs which
I am addicted to. They
Are far more urbane.