wicked way

i get a feeling i can’t shake
that sex with you is a mistake
a mistake that i keep making

some great ideas in heads
aren’t always so great in beds
or whatever is conveniently steady

like counter tops and tables
and great old oak trees
like bookcases and stairwells
and renovated back seats

when i’m horny it sounds great
but that’s not thinking straight
that’s thinking hardly at all really

i want to get off this roller coaster jam
because riding you is a ride thru bedlam
fun for a while but leading to damnation

like enabling self-hate and co-dependence
and recourse to prostitution
like wham-bam and substance dependence
and permanent self-mutilation

listening to myself is the trick to kick
that by which the thumbing of my prick
something comes this way wicked