A Crude Man's Prayer
Yes, let me take you down to that spring, where our love can be expressed...
No need for tears or fighting, and our hearts shant be suppressed,
It's a cruel world out there, so here's the job for us--
We'll be crueller still in our love,
--No need for asking for support from the one above.
The way we're put together works just fine for our carnal needs,
We'll shape it how we want to by the water, in the reeds.
You be mine pet, I'll be yours, mate, we'll take all we can get.
Let's twist our forms the way we want, and never hold regret.
Isn't that just how its done, with all the lesser beings?
Is it so greater, to go without, amongst the faithful, and devout--
And be the have-not, hold-not, feel-not, want-not
Dreadful saint?