Recurring Pain
If it wasn't for Adam and Eve,
None of us would suffer...
From cabin fever.
If it wasn't for the birds and bees,
None of us would say...
A thing about that either.
But there are those,
Who think this all is something to change.
As if it can be re-arranged.
And there are those,
Who think that sex is just a game.
To be played always the same.
If it wasn't for Adam and Eve,
None of us would suffer...
From cabin fever.
If it wasn't for the birds and bees,
None of us would say...
A thing about that either.
But there are those,
Who think this all is something to change.
To arrange in the brain.
And there are those,
Who think that sex is just a game.
To be always played the same.
And there are those,
Who think this all is something to change.
As if it can be re-arranged.
And there are those,
Who think that sex is just a game.
To be always played the same.
And there are those,
Who think this all is something to change.
As if it can be re-arranged...
To change something that's in the brain.
And there are those,
Who think that sex is just a game.
To be always played the same.
Like a draining campaign.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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