The Ballad Of Sexual Dependency

Now there's a man

The living tool of Satan

He charges forth

While others are debating

Conniving, cocky knave

With all the trimmings

I know one thing

Will trim him own, women

In women he meets

Deep authority

In them he feels

His old dependency

He snigger's at the Good Book mocks the priss and prim

Does anything for pay if it will pay

And since he knows what ladies do to him

He thrusts them well out of his way

All through the day he swears

He's self denying, then dusk descends

And once again he's lying

They're all the same

In meeting love's confusion

Poor noble souls

Get blotted in illusion

The one who swore

He could escape the clinches

Who is it that

Entangles him, wenches

It fain resists

Their lush authority

Before him stands

His old dependency

He harked the ten commandments

Trod the tried and true

Would godly be and golden rule obey

For lunch ate frugally, a grape a two

Survived on one pure thought a day

He screamed, "I've mastered it without half trying"

Appears the moon and once again he's lying

Idiots, all of them