The Drag

Promiscuity (this is not to say I still don't fall victim to it )

I took a drag to forget the w***e

That lives inside my pants.

I have to quiet her voice somehow

to avoid some unruly advance

that she will, undoubtably, pin on me,

since her words come out of my mouth.

Then I will be stuck with a blubbering man

who's expecting to sleep in my house.

 

I took it then and I'll take it now,

because I am in control.

With every drag I remember,

"careless desires do not make you whole"

Yes, indeed, there is the pleasure,

but there's much to be said for the pain

in folding back the sheets of my bed

with little or nothing to gain.