Dangle in lust
Your hands are touching my trust
Da'vince and Mona Lisa couldn't trace out or love
It's too big to fit in like a ****** with him.
Nakedly finding out the Coast to your waist
When it  pours then it rain.
I'm soaked in vain
We both switch lanes
I don't know if I'm winning this race
Hate to be away from you but I'm loving this pain.
If you were me would you tell your mom I just had *** with a man who was older then me?

My mind is in too many places right now,
Don't worry, you're with me in all of them.

Rock in stream
Somewhat eroded
Beneath

Chipped and battered
Mossy and lichened
Rock in stream

But enduring yet

The moment you realize,
A prophecy won't come true
Unless it is acted upon.
Epiphany.

Beautiful bearings of broken bonds
Bound, bewildered and bitter.
Break backs of blind behemoths
Being better, beating backlash
Booming boldness, and bombs
Brains battle blighted beast
Bribery brews boiling blood
Building bastions buried by bombs
Brought by belief, but betrayal beckoned
Bastille bells burdened by beheadings
Behold beginnings birth bloom.

Here's that song I wrote about you
Instead of lying around, whimpering
I put my pen to the paper again
And I don't even have to pretend
Yes, here's that song I wrote about you
I hope you like how it ends
Because every-time I think of you
I write a song again

Like a manic my-space ******
Reading everything I write
Deleting words you thought were yours
And changing some to fight
It's not your mother dear nic-o-lee
So stop choosing her to blame
You will be cornered by the feds
Someday when they put you both away

I never knew love in this kind of way
Fly to get there.  Then, have to explain
What possessed me to see you in person
can never be explained
I'd like to talk about two girls
And they're both from Michigan
You Georgia peaches got nothing on them
And the way they love to sin
  
And many come to see me in person
At the typewriter where I sit
And sometimes they can make me feel easy
And at times they make me **** [panic]
When they say
"Why'd you write that song about me"
And I say
"Listen, it was only words"
Do you want to fight with me?
And then they lay on their back again
  
I told you every-word is about you
But the names, look, they changed again
All that hurt, and you still sleep around
Can't you trust?  Then please tell me why you can't
I'd like to write a song about FEB
And how beautiful a ten
or how those ****** in Hollywood
Stole my song last year, again
But, thanks to my friend Walleye I knew they
wouldn't get away with it
Now there I go again
Got off the track in Hackensack
Oh well, here we go again

So, here's that song I wrote about you
To my wife/*****/lost girlfriend
I put my pen to the paper again
And I don't even have to pretend
Somebody write this date down
Sunday, One Ten Twenty-Ten
What once was so very far away
Has already been spent

Hear a song I wrote for you
If the big men go and steal it
I'll have to write another one
I just hope that you can feel it
Here's that song I wrote about you
Can you have that on your conscience?
Here's a song I wrote about you
Life is short!  There!
This song has balance

So, here's that song I wrote about you
Instead of lying around, whimpering
I put my pen to the paper again
And I don't even have to pretend
Yes, here's that song I wrote about you
And I hope you like it's ending
Because, every-time I think of you
I write a song again

Lusting after the flesh, coveting the best of everything, these are mortal sins. Boasting that you can do it then doing it to prove the boast and delighting in the feeling of being right. Such is the way of being sinful, such is earthly delight. We are told to be pious and forgiving, but holding a grudge is so much fun. Getting even can be delightful, as you see others lives come undone. So let the saints suffer in silence, some of us may just give in. Perhaps we will repent tomorrow, but today we are about to sin.