Another Dance

I hear you’re struggling, old son
Just the voices

I need the right sheet, to help
Swallow it down

Reach up, take it out & away
To be fulfilled

Ignore nothing, the powdery mouth
Sock with a hole

Itch the light, fantastic
Care to dance

Sweet somethings, in her fanny
That spell in your eyes

And she’s vicious, just how you like it
Both of our insides dying

Look elsewhere, my lovely
I’m not worth trying for

Save yourself, before it’s too late
With all these clichés flying

And keep your word, like in church
Our long pew & prayer-book

Tip well, on your way out
Keep them always guessing