Drunk as a fish
In a bowl
With
No
air?

Bald as a cat
who has
fur but
No
hair?

Like some old-fashioned
Miracle that still goes on -
You were my first love.

the breath
that butterflied
into a word phrase
that changed my life

give up being right

the stress
that lifted from
my shoulders of
the known world
and leapt for pleasure and delight!

give up being right
give up being right

like child
that woke
from sleep to
find that school
was just a dream
and it was not too late
never too late to

give up being right
give up being right
give up being right all the time

She said the word frustrated like she meant it:

Sexually frustrated, she clarified

Her hobby was going down on strangers

You could ask her anything, she wouldn't lie.

I'm guessing there's a reason why she told me

And everything was working down below

But somehow now she'd dropped her little hint bomb

I decided that I'd rather take it slow

Don't get me wrong, I've nothing against *******

Or *** with strangers in nice restaurants

Or buxom beauties who wear too much make-up

I just don't trust girls who know just what I want.

To be just one thing
Is a travesty of time
And effort in the making.

Be everything!
Embrace those who do not understand
Play their games, but play yours too
Behind curtains and in sunlit squares
In nightclubs and in conversation

There's infinite again -
Running down its childlike street -

And likewise,
You must let your soul run free.
What joy is sinful?
Show me where that sin is
That animates your lust for life
With sweet beginnings.

There is one rule that you can trust:
Be the sum of everything you are.

Be happy
Curious
And free.

And each one of yourselves.