Please do not come here
You are not welcome in my tent.
I have cover but for you not
If you can recover from your simularity
Beware my Devils' occupational therapy.
Could he wish for such discrepancy
It would not appear
Even in mirrors or blind halls
I can feel your clench on my balls
But you are not welcome here in my hallowed halls.
I am not a dog but my best friend is
He wonders why i fall and have not four legs
Staring at me from his cuddly compound on the couch
Marble eyes piercing my peace of mind.
Balance as i can i stumble on my hinds
Unless i have a walking frame that makes no sense.
I cannot answer your calls, i am diminished
Labelled as a 'stupid old cunt', i complain
But there is no chaplain here claiming to represent God
So i am alone resisting the thoughts of justice that becomes none
If i do not acceed i will be undone
By the arithmatics of accountacy
I plead to my solicitor to let me be
But he cannot because he is not free from signs of which he cannot agree
So he watches my steps as though he were God
But he does not know nought 'cept a ledger of my sins
And my bin fulls of meaningless shit that came from me but has no smell
Other than my notoriety i am not whole.
I am weary of confrontation but you still bring it here
What do you not understand of my being alone
This is not my confessional to see me undone
But my question to you - mother fucker - is none.
You give me no answer but cover your arse
All i can do is sleep and hope this will pass.
Is it not enough to flaunt your tits
Or pamper your hair
Pull up your pants and show your cunt
How low can you go.
Your face is in mine will you not give me some
Should I really come here
Is your hair in a bun and am I the only one
To spread my seeds where they will not grow.
Hey you sexy thing you are a product of mine
Yet I do not understand
Why you pivot on your heels
Is that your defence or a female response that I do not know.
Can you stop talking so loud
And stop toothy smiling while you shout
Do not come in my face
It will mess up my hair.
Is that a g-string you are wearing or is it my guitar
How low can you go bitch
To strum the lower chords
Of my manly desires.
You suck and you come and wipe your face
Leaving me little satisfaction
And your clitoris spans your hips and reaches to your knees
But you will not tell me what you need to be pleased.
I wander in a jungle of pussies
Errect in a field of dreams awaiting to sow my oats
And trust the demons of desire
To lead you to me.
But love is not good enough to skyhook the reasons
Of why your pants cover your knees but not your ankles
And show your bum
Heralding my anal concepts of fun.
Muscles contract and draw in in your cunt
As simplicity of evolution determines
Your sex but not your heart
Excuse me for sitting on your face and blowing off a fart.
Oh woman you must be a fool or very clever
To enable spermfull mans like me
To deliver a squigly potent seed
That will construct our ability to be free.
Children hold parents responsible for their prison
They are not individual but confined to their genes
We temper our life but all motives
Dissappear when I open your legs.