The journey is far, you guess And possibly arduous You just couldn’t care less ‘Cause the prize is worth the test

I gave a shit But you didn’t Next time around You’ll be the clown

I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy

If you’re satisfied with yourself And the world you live in, Is that your cue To start again?

I like your spots I like your dots The things that make you different You’re not like them Pure specimen

If we would just ask Mother Nature for answers We might find our truths

It feels like I’ve created a life Centered around mostly sacrifice And I don’t want to be your Jesus… So I’ll be the Devil Bass line to your treble

I write poetry Put my heart into it ‘Cause there just might be Someone that gives a shit

I’d like to take a bath with you And see a divine point of view I’ll suds you up and be your tool To catch a glimpse of heaven’s due

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

I love the way you say that you Are drawn to my voice I love the tremble in your touch The steady of your choice I love the open hand you give

Give me... A campfire, Smokes, And a bottle of rum; I’ll regale you all night long.

I crave the things I like And not the ones I don’t If that makes me an addict, then Apologize I won’t

Don’t try to be divine ‘Cause we’ve always been Just try to be yourself My out fits your in