The Ladder

I see you and place you on the ladder,
Whether you are bigger, smaller, gooder, or badder,
Cousin, aunt, friend's wife, or stranger,
I set the wrung, then weigh the danger,
Though my lack of medication feeds the desire,
A zombie I'm not, swimming in fire,
Prozac, Concerta, Ritalin, Oxycodone,
Fentanyl, Percocet, Percodan, Methodone,
They only numb that which makes me a man,
Turning my dick into a creamy custard-like flan,
While pot and tobacco and alcohol drown,
The weight that drags the mouth to a frown,
And defeats society's definition of taboo,
And makes it ok to want to fuck you,
And shortens the span of the clock of my life,
And says it's ok to cheat on my wife,
Before returning to the natural state,
Oblivion: knows neither love nor hate,
But this unnatural life is full of emotions,
Misleading notions and pointless commotions,
All that I want is found in your body,
Yours, and hers, and theirs...anybody,
All holes must be filled,
All souls must be drilled,
Before the sun sets,
When all of the bets,
Are left on the table,
And I am unable,
To walk or to chew,
To shit or to screw,
And when I'm confused with a riverside view,
All I'll regret is I didn't fuck you,
Whether you are at the top of the ladder,
Or at the bottom to make me feel badder,
With STD's that strike like an adder,
Or bittersweet love that makes me feel sadder,
Your sexual desire is not but a ladder.....